Month: April 2023

The true sound of spring: Raindrops drumming, gently On metal porch roof Porch time in spring means Sipping hot tea with a book Wrapped in a blanket By summertime it’s Insistent cacophony Of evening storms Thunder mixed...

There is no tombstone Your ashes rest with Dad I visit you here Our last long talk was On the path that lead to this Safe shore It is here where I Feel your presence deepest and Know you are at...

I’ve seen Notre Dame, Chartres, and Sainte-Chapelle but the holiest place on earth, I think, is in the dapple shade of those giant redwoods, there at the brink of heaven. Defended by the spotted owl, envious loggers can only...

It could have been hilarity, it could even have been rage, that bellowing that rang out across the busy street— It could have been a woman, it could have been a child— I could have turned my head to see, but so intent was I on...

For Diane Wakoski Oh, my Beatrice you break like waves each one unique often criss-crossing and successive waves canceling the retreat of the ones before Each crashing wave the same roaring cries of love love love each a...