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
White lead paint sloughed away, exfoliated by wind and rain. Bright cheeks weathered gray, recalling laughter of yesterday. Wooden legs… Read more Remains
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
The past few mornings the weather has deceived us. Jack Frost has made it impossible for me to leave the… Read more Snow, pianissimo
Grief is nearly a person. He pulls up his small rickety wooden chair and sits quietly beside me. He is… Read more Grief, personified
In memory of my friend Tara’s father, Jerry, who recently relocated to The High Resting Place, and in celebration of… Read more Platitudes
Quantifiable Love is certainly not girl’s best friend, glitter pawned for tears post-divorce. It is not awkward silence holding its… Read more Quantifiable