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.

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.

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

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.

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

A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.

A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.