A love poem to a special ingredient that rises from slumber and transforms magnificently.

A poem about ripples reminding of those days of cooking and wine, stories and trust, laughter and imagination, acceptance and love.

A gallery of beautiful hibiscus to remember what it’s like when it’s not the dead of winter, and a poem about hibiscus dreams and springtime memes.

A prequel poem about how Snoopy met Woodstock, and then they were found by Charlie Brown.

Answer to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “pinch”. Includes a cat, a horse and a crab and a reference to homonyms, homophones and homographs.

Recognizing that while the farmers market in Tomball may not be the cause of the change in the city from a hick town to a more open-hearted, open-minded, diverse and enlightened place to be, it is the proof of it (a poem).

A dVerse Poets Pub “catalog verse” prompt that began with seeming randomness evovled into a poem about regrets, loss, grief, forgiveness and finally, hopefulness.

4 poems about snow. Snow can be fun. Snow can be dangerous. Make a snowball, but don’t throw it at your Mom. Snow is a metaphor for lost love. Become a snow angel, not an avenging angel.

Another response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt – a whimsical poem about a huge dinner that follows a structure that is both containing and creativity-inspiring

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.

Steven Thomas Harvell left us too soon. But his imprint is indelible, as you’ll know from this ragged, jagged little poem. A decade without him. A lifetime to go.

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 […]

A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.

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.

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