my poetry – Blush of Dawn

This Ring

While writing poems for my third book, I’ve found it refreshing to look through traditional forms to try to write and include them along with my free verse poems. The first of those forms I tried to write for this book is a ghazal and it’s fit well with that form originating in the Middle…… Continue reading This Ring

A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

Currently Untitled

I began this poem last night, Tuesday and wrote a full draft this morning. I hadn’t picked a traditional form to try to write in, but some end line repetitions and couplets with some internal rhyme reminded me of a ghazal poem. It is currently untitled and also still a draft I am working on…this…… Continue reading Currently Untitled

The Meeting Place

I woke and stretched and thought, Now I am done with it: Silence is just part of it, like it can be good for the time just before sleeping, good as you sleep. It can be like a warm towel around you inside the bathtub, and then I am glad to put on something proper…… Continue reading The Meeting Place

It’s True, Sometimes I Spin

—From A Little Honey Sweetens the Flame (2021) I will spin around with as much space as there is. I will spin again. I will raise my arms and open my hands as a flower opening in moonlight. I will open my arms wider to send this all outward and I will lift my arms…… Continue reading It’s True, Sometimes I Spin

A Thought Before Night And For The Night

(Full free-write for a poem appearing in A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame) The time I had run not for bliss but for fear. I may be restless now with life and desire, not just fear. I looked back as I un-died and went on living. The truth that’s meant the most to me I didn’t…… Continue reading A Thought Before Night And For The Night

With “A Place to Meet Sea and Foam”

This is post #2 for today. The first one was “Beginnings With Long Ago Cereal and Yoga.” I planned to read a lot of poetry. But then the snow began to fall and changed my desire. I made tea. I brought the letter I received yesterday from my friend Kira to the table— it is…… Continue reading With “A Place to Meet Sea and Foam”

Summer Ways

I took this photo on a warm day at the beach and just wrote this all in a row with thoughts of summer: And the air is scented jasmine, lifts the arch of my step, i awaken in the morning just before the sun beneath a sheet only. Not hot, not cold, humming, humming is the summer…… Continue reading Summer Ways

“The Dance” Poem in Print Online

The Cole Resource Center in Belmont, MA, a non-profit community organization that supports mental health and wellness has published a poem of mine in their email newsletter this month and last. Last month’s poem was “Portrait of a Leaf,” first published in Moonflower. Here is the link to this month’s new poem which was sent out…… Continue reading “The Dance” Poem in Print Online

Moonflower, A Book of Poems is Published

Moonflower is a selection of poems written throughout different periods of my life that presents the good and beautiful in a variety of life’s experiences. It is filled with vivid scenes from the natural world as well as epiphanies that arose during introspective reflection. In Moonflower, you’ll find meditations on faith along with romantic…… Continue reading Moonflower, A Book of Poems is Published

A Pair of Flower Poems

Home As I am hurried up the Wall Street subway stairs, in the first flash of sun so much depends upon the pink daisy tucked in the woman’s hair dark as my own. * After Winter Everyday walking becomes bouyantly pattering footsteps. He holds up a surprise present: purple bowing wild flowers, and from within…… Continue reading A Pair of Flower Poems

New York City (An American Sentence)

Beneath a quiet rising moon, neon blue bicycle spokes ablaze. To learn about American Sentences, visit Allen Ginsberg’s American Sentences.

Offering Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote for Big Tent Poetry using a few of their given words and a variation of a given phrase. * “Our poor heart, with all its ragged edges, is in its very poverty the place God’s presence is perfectly manifested in the world.”- James Finley * Offering be with me jesus…… Continue reading Offering Poem

Silhouettes

1. Wind There was a wind. Trash can covers in front of the house rattled against the gravel a blouse swung on the loose clothesline and the moon gleamed like a pearl ceramic bowl on a long table set for one. Clumsily, she held the iron, which she pressed against a wrinkled blouse and stood…… Continue reading Silhouettes

Three Small Stones

As I have not included a photo today, please allow your imaginations create appropriate illustrations for this post. _ #1 Dripping green catkins on the hornbeam tree. Damp, heavy soil smell. I peer into the curious light of the young catkins. Sneakers slosh each ardent step down the hill. I lift my chin: the hornbeam…… Continue reading Three Small Stones

Ways to Enjoy a Poetry Book

I wrote this poem from a prompt by Big Tent Poetry. This is my first time participating in one of their prompts. This week’s assignment was to write a list poem, so here is mine. Ways to Enjoy a Poetry Book flip it open fan yourself slowly read a stanza aloud in a foreign accent…… Continue reading Ways to Enjoy a Poetry Book

A Wintry Haiku

pre-crossing the cat looks both ways first snow prints