I wrote this poem in November when I suffered from COVID. Of all the symptoms I suffered, losing my senses… Read more COVID Ode
It’s much too easy to light a match, toss it over my shoulder with abandon, and watch 2020 burn.There’s enough… Read more 2020: Blessing or curse?
Swallowtail song Most flowers in the Ozarks die by the end of July, replacedby dark-winged butterflies lace-filled skies, the Ozark… Read more Swallowtail song
I remember when people started creating bucket lists. I thought it seemed cheesy—I generally pooh pooh bandwagon movements. But eventually,… Read more Idea to action: Publishing my first book
Pawhuska Leather boots trudge long lines, old row crops. Bison stampede, push down weeds. Twisters ravage, indigo cream steams spun… Read more Pawhuska
White lead paint sloughed away, exfoliated by wind and rain. Bright cheeks weathered gray, recalling laughter of yesterday. Wooden legs… Read more Remains
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
“Mama, I thought you were leaving!” Maggie looked up from her short stack of wooden blocks where she crouched, smiling,… Read more No tissues
I have never cared about holiness. When I read Scripture, sang songs, or heard conversations about God’s holiness, I felt… Read more But I . . .
What would it be like?– I wander, alone, in quiet woods one winter night staring into the best sky I’ve… Read more The American sky, 1874