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.

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.

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

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.

Beatnik poem written in response to today’s dVerse poetry challenge, requiring that we use the Villonnet format, which was entirely new to me.

Gordons Parks was a photographer, composer, author, poet, and film director, but more importantly for me, he was a prominent figure in my childhood and got into my psyche and my poetry.

A quadrille poem of 44 words written in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.

I found the dVerse Poet’s Pub last week and got a huge dose of inspiration. This post – and poem – are in response to the prompt you can find here: dVerse Dead Poets’ Society. The challenge from Kim, who was hosting the “gathering”, was…

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

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.

Once quotable sayings from my peeps jump into my verbal repertoire, they hunker down to stay for good. Some are profound, some are practical, some are playful, but they’re all memorable.

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

Observations from a taxi window in London. Hop in with me and share the journey of a sad discovery.

A whimsical poem about writer’s block and an elusive paragraph.

A humble little poem welcoming spring’s call.

Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.

I have never said this in a public forum: my brother’s untimely death four years ago was a suicide. Hear my plea: if you’re hurting, please tell someone.

a free verse remembrance for an amazing man