Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

I wrote this poem last night, Tuesday and finished it 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. A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At…… Continue reading Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

Clouds and a Light Drizzle, Some Small Finds Upon the Grass

I found this so lone and bright upon the grass as I was out for an afternoon walk listening to music and light raindrops landing on my hair, the branch in my hand blowing softly in the wind. It was a strange thing to be able to just pick up something off the ground so…… Continue reading Clouds and a Light Drizzle, Some Small Finds Upon the Grass

Poem: This Ring

I thought it would be fun to try writing a form poem sometime ago, something I hadn’t done in awhile, and I flipped through traditional forms described in a book to find a new one that I’d heard of before, a ghazal. The poet Rumi wrote ghazals himself, although I’d not noticed the word as…… Continue reading Poem: This Ring

Afternoon Words Come Like Ones Lost Then Found

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 nice…… Continue reading Afternoon Words Come Like Ones Lost Then Found

Summer Ways

I took this photo on a warm day at the beachand 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 and the way…… Continue reading Summer Ways

A Newsletter for Healing Includes A New Poem I Wrote

The Cole Resource Center in Belmont, MA, an organization that is dedicated to helping anyone affected by mental health challenges, has included 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. I had donated a copy of Moonflower to McLean hospital’s library…… Continue reading A Newsletter for Healing Includes A New Poem I Wrote

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 love,…… 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

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

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