Tag: Poetry

the haiku process

the haiku process

A haiku about writing haiku, AKA meta-haiku. With bird pictures!

memory-honey (another poem for Dad)

memory-honey (another poem for Dad)

A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.

ten times forever (haiku for Dad)

ten times forever (haiku for Dad)

Haiku for Dad from a grieving and grateful daughter.

A Nameless Poem in a World Full of Wonder

A Nameless Poem in a World Full of Wonder

A nameless poem about living in the moment, and an image that illustrates it.

my days by the water

my days by the water

This rough little poem came spilling out of me as I thought of those halcyon sand-ridden childhood days and so many memories flooded in. Everything seemed so safe, so permanent, so lively-lovely in our tiny town of 600, Gilchrist, Texas.

Two Cat Haiku: Made Thoughtful by Sunlight

Two Cat Haiku: Made Thoughtful by Sunlight

Sleepy by sunlight, Fiona sits, and waits, and contemplates her fate “I’m a cat goddess because I’m a calico –  destined for greatness!” …and because there aren’t enough cat pictures or haiku in the world: For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here. For more Glover […]

The Bee Poem, by Steven Harvell, Age 5

The Bee Poem, by Steven Harvell, Age 5

A small child’s poem about bees, published in a national magazine.

No Place for Hate: an “Award-Winning” Poem

No Place for Hate: an “Award-Winning” Poem

A memory and poem from the halcyon days of super-busy parenthood. It is a beautiful thing to watch our kids grow into themselves and soar into their new journeys, but a little bittersweet, too.

Now You Know: a Poem for My Brother

Now You Know: a Poem for My Brother

Today would have been my brother’s 49th birthday.

This is a quiet little poem for him.

Celebrating Ruth’s 95 Years

Celebrating Ruth’s 95 Years

There was a large gathering for my grandmother’s 90th birthday five years ago, and I wrote a poem at that time to celebrate her life. A smaller group of us joined her this year for her 95th, and we read the poem once again. Here […]


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