Poem and Pictures: A Bench is Waiting
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.
A Pandemic Lament (in free verse)
Do you struggle? Do you have a lament? The footprint of the pandemic is everywhere.
suicide regrets: i missed the nuances of your decline
A poem dedicated to my brother, a victim of suicide, who suffered in silence. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 800-273-8255.
the haiku that wrote itself under the apricot-indigo sky
Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.
goodbye, my brown-eyed girl
A remembrance poem for a gentle dog who licked my hand and leapt into my heart.
spring forward (a coronavirus poem for national poetry month)
In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.
gentle things and small moments (a poem)
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.
“Silence”, A Guest Blogger’s Homage to His Grandmother
Glover Gardens’ first guest blogger shares memories of his grandmother with a beautiful translation of Still by Jupiter Jones.
It’s My Birthday, and I’d Like to Give You a Gift
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.
Poem: Writer’s Block
For Dad…National Poetry Month
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 […]
Time Travel in the Produce Section (a poem)
A vignette in the produce section inspired a poem about dads and daughters.
poem: what if every day was new year’s day?
Heart-Theater, an Elegy
An elegy for three, from the one remaining. They live in my heart-theater, their voices all trumpets and whispers and hugs.
An Early, Bitter Tanshi from a Most Cheerful Girl
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 Mother’s Poem on Mothers’ Day
A poem from the heart on Mothers’ Day about the incredible blessing of having a kid.
Spring is Calling
“Give me a word and I will write a poem starting with that word…”
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!