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.

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

I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening […]

A vignette in the produce section inspired a poem about dads and daughters.

A clarion call for mindfulness: what if every day was new year’s day?

An elegy for three, from the one remaining. They live in my heart-theater, their voices all trumpets and whispers and hugs.

Bitter over a teenage breakup, I wrote a tiny little poem, a tanshi. It has always stuck with me; it’s so bitter and melodramatic that it makes me laugh.

A poem from the heart on Mothers’ Day about the incredible blessing of having a kid.

A humble little poem welcoming spring’s call.

The author of the A Passers By blog says, “Give me a word and I will write a poem starting with that word.”  So I did!