I've been experiencing a resurgence of wanting to create more poems with my Magnetic Poetry tiles. For me, choosing the words is akin to an artist deciding on which colors will work best on the canvas. The exact word I want to use may not be available to me so I either choose a synonym or rephrase the sentence using the words available to me. Most often, either choice reflects a deeper meaning than what I originally intended. Lately, I've considered adding some color to my us

I woke up the morning of February 28th to learn that we were at war with Iran. The following poem begged to be born.

A believer cannot doubt exoneration. For God hailed ignoramuses, junkies, killers, lunatics, murderers, narcissists... or perhaps quiet redemption saved them. Understanding venomous ways exalts your zenith.

Last month, after a lengthy business trip, we arrived at the airport and had a 5-hour wait until our transportation would be available to take us home. Thankfully, we were able to park ourselves in comfy chairs inside the Delta Sky Club. Plenty of gluten-free options for me plus a healthy pour of complimentary Bordeaux kept me relaxed post-flight. At the airport bookstore, I had purchased two books plus a crossword puzzle magazine to keep me occupied for the afternoon. We had

Wait! There's one more thing I need to tell you, I love you! Don't go! Come back! Wait! I'm not finished yet... Don't say goodbye. This...

Some of our stories ask not to be told. Some people we love won’t live to grow old. Somewhere you know you’ve misplaced your key....

I awaken from the kind of sleep most women dream about.. Especially after kids and menopause. It's a beautiful delirium... I dip back...

I recently had an art-making session with artist, Carole Silverstein. Interestingly, this was a one-on-one class via Zoom not in-person...

On Saturday I participated in a poetry reading at a local public library and presented this new poem for the first time. While I didn't...

I've been experimenting with writing longer poems lately. While I still enjoy writing a poem using the Magnetic Poetry Tiles, those...

The other day I had all my Magnetic Poetry tiles laid out before me hoping that I'd be inspired to write a new poem. I stared at my blank...

When did I pass from crowned to crone My subsequent value overthrown Searching for meaning, thirsty for care I must be invisible, no one...

In remembering All who have gone before us We dwell in their light

November arrives with early morning snowfall comforting the Earth