Category: Poetry

White asters in September, ragged and wild sprawling with the vigor of an unregarded child. Decorum disregarded, regulations unknown; boundaries irrelevant, homelessness their home. white asters line the highways and caper...

Sitting on your shore I am home Looking up I see the snow-capped peaks In the distance and remember The curve of the canyons From the back of the Harley just last weekend As we raced to outrun the latest summer squall I remember...

There is a magic on the streets of Paris Riding at night in a classic Citron Standing through the skylight To see the Eiffel Tower all lit up for the very first time Staying on a houseboat on the Seine at the base of The Louvre...

When I was four My mom made us a picnic lunch We spread a blanket on the little hill My brother, my mom and I Behind our new house And opened our picnic basket There were sandwiches A thermos of lemonade And a package of...

My family rented a house On the beach of Lake Michigan For one beautiful week every summer While I loved swimming in the lake with my brother Body surfing the waves And swimming out to the buoy And evening cookouts with my...

On family road trips our dad would balance costs over a day. So a nice restaurant meant a cheap motel. Fast food meant nicer motel. My brother had a way of ranking motels. There were five stars one each for: soda machine vending...

Along with the world, I love Vincent VanGogh. I love the painter. And the man. Especially his iconic Starry Night. Several years ago, seeing the VanGogh exhibit at my home-town museum was transformational. Thick, dark layers of...

If I had half an unspent wish I wonder how I’d spend it If I had half an unspent wish I’d wish for half a moment To breathe the same air as you Again If I had half an unspent wish I’d wish for half a day To spend it doing what...

I did not stop for anything When I decided to hike to you I did not stop to change my clothes For when you sleep in leggings and a tee No one can tell the difference I only stopped to tie my boots And tuck my raincoat in my pack...

When I awake From a long winter’s nap It’s hard to reach the surface What time is it What day is it They both are elusive My cats are snuggling Purring contentedly I’m warm and still Part dreaming The lure of...