Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
What is it about this painting by Ernie Barnes that so uplifts and inspires? That ripples with joy? That feels …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
I wrote this poem for a novel I’m writing about love and war in Central America. It’s written in the …
I’ve been working on a poem I began here on this blog. It is a process, a gentle undoing and …
I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know …
Field Notes from Within My heart is a staunch defender of allI am, beating with relentless passionthe wherewithal of my …
Once Upon a Time, A Poem In an eon, will Trumpism portend another Troy, a Trojan horse whose armies eviscerated …
Strange Dreams You stood there heating your backside by the fireplace, I sat in bed telling you how real my …
Well, I just finished rewriting the ending of my novel as requested by a publisher. We will see what they …