Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I need to balance the dark with the light, the yin with the yang. This post and poem are gentle and positive.

A poem expressing sadness about what the drought and excessive heat are doing to our world, in both macro and micro ways.

A poem formed from snatches of conversations overheard at a restaurant in Mississippi.

An example from another poet helped me break through writer’s block and honor my grandmother’s passing 2 years ago today.

A bench is an invitation to become one with it for a while, to sit and be still in your surroundings, and let nature and the world flow around you.

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

A poem for people you love who are in pain.

Do you struggle? Do you have a lament? The footprint of the pandemic is everywhere.

A poem dedicated to my brother, a victim of suicide, who suffered in silence. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 800-273-8255.

Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.

A remembrance poem for a gentle dog who licked my hand and leapt into my heart.

It has to be crystal clear where the Glover Gardens blog stands on racism and prejudice.

What does it really look like when we get down the road? It’s up to us, isn’t it? This is no time to blink.

In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.

A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

Glover Gardens’ first guest blogger shares memories of his grandmother with a beautiful translation of Still by Jupiter Jones.

Meet a new addition to my list of The Wonderfuls, Jon the Storyteller, who will be a guest blogger on Glover Gardens.

I remember my brother now more with joy at what was than sadness about what will never be.