Perhaps our celebration of each new year is a collective symbol of hopefulness, the idea that we can change, evolve and improve.

A pair of New Year’s resolution poems — one ottava rima, one tanka — reflecting on intention, gratitude, and self-forgiveness, written for Tanka Tuesday.

A dVerse Quadrille prompt on the word coax sent me down a path of wondering—about rumor, belief, outrage, and whether wisdom can still be persuaded to show up.

A simple poem in a Chaucerian structure that conveys the simple innocence of a childhood along the Texas Gulf Coast.

Three haiku that celebrate autumn, along with the lyrics and a recording of the lovely old standard “Autumn Leaves”.

A poem reflecting the bad news of today. Now is the winter of our discontent.

The moon’s magic and reassuring presence, explored in haiku, along with a repost of an earlier birthday haiku about a full moon.

A quadrille poem for the dVerse prompt dives into the tales that shaped me—Puff’s fading magic, Gulliver’s sharp satire, Jonah’s stubborn faith—and the beachy wonder where I first heard them. Fish, wish, and childhood spells: stories that still shimmer like sunlight on the water.

A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words using the word “honest”, captures a surprising realization: feelings of joy on a sad day.

Poetry and prose have helped me process the shocking, gut-wrenching loss of a precious, unique, complicated person: my brother.

A story of a hat and a shared sense of identity borne of innocent and playful times spent with friends while growing up at the beach.

A quadrille poem about strange times.

An indigo-inspired poem about sunsets.

An ekphrastic poem celebrating the Blue Chair by artist Don Mathison that hangs in the Glover Gardens kitchen.

Seagulls’ simplicity and single-mindedness lays bare the basic necessities of their lives, their groundhog day existence: eat, mingle, survive, forage, fly together, chase shrimp boats, sleep, make raucous noises—and repeat.

Short recording of a poem that’s whimsical, slightly naughty, is like an old-style fairy tale with villains (think the Brothers’ Grimm’s Snow White), and has a cat (shades of T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats).

Random word sets are the basis for not-so-random haiku; find your own meaning in the wise crow and the wiser Dad.

Winter storm Enzo brought record-breaking snows to the South along the Gulf of Mexico. Brrrr! It’s poetry-worthy!

My childhood at the beach is a constant muse for poetry and a guide for how to live, an everlasting gift from my parents, who chose to leave suburbia for a life on the coast that would their children to be children and their lives to authentic and grounded in nature.

A quick poem in response to a prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub about newspapers.