Category: Poetry

I did not cause the earth to orbit the sun; or the moon to orbit the earth. I did not put clouds in the sky, thunder and lightning, or cause rain to fall. I did not cause this shifting earth to create mountains, flowing rivers,...

You keep me in a corner By the door Or on a hook on the wall Next to the door, Or worse, Cramped in a dark closet Where I collect dust; Closed and shut-in Unnoticed and unappreciated, Like silence in a noisy room. I watch you...

The thinning of grey clouds To feathery fluff Floating apart until finally A full moon radiates Soft light beneath a dark velvet sky. A doe, her head held high, Ears up, Silently staring into the treeline Across the moonlit...

We met Buratta in a dish of sliced peaches ripe and white, sprinkled with basil and balsamic on toasted baguette in a narrow, sun-lit small-plates restaurant its entrance at its side, away from the street, in a brick-lined...

Poppies along a wall A cistern where birds Might dip their wings Your key is all that’s left. Once skies alight with birds before clouds tight with dust shadowed towns. Nothing left but stones and broken homes. children beneath...

Poppies along a wall, a cistern too, birds dip their wings. Your key is all that’s left. Once you saw skies alight with birds but clouds tight with dust scarred the town. Nothing’s left but stones and broken homes. Beneath dust...

threat of loss spills like a splash of oil on a hot pan. Burned in a flash yet pain lasts long as memory brushes the skin.

Our canoe cuts smoothly through the water, our bent paddles propelling us forward. I’m in the bow, my husband in the stern, so I can’t see his face when he tells me how proud he is of me, of the battle I wage daily against my...

My husband roasts the fish whole, lemon slices arranged around the pan, and the meal comes out in courses the way we used to do it before we had a child: first a garlicky Caesar salad with homemade croutons, then avgolemono, a...

In the dim dusky light, their huge white bodies glide gracefully across the mirrorglass surface of the lake— one adult in front and one in back, with three adolescents in a row between them, gray and barely visible, the sun...