Inspired by a dVerse Poetics prompt using the names of flower varieties, this poem wandered into sea foam, shooting stars, restless hearts, and the mysterious persistence of beauty in the natural world.

Dandelion wishes and golden light shape a 44-word quadrille, inspired by a perfect grandparent day and the enduring, ever-growing bloom of love across generations.

At Glover Gardens, food is how I show love. This poem, inspired by a dVerse prompt, honors my mom, the joy of cooking for others, and the shared language of abundance that brings people together around the table.

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.