Category: Poetry
Arboreal Awakening
The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy...
Forget Forgiveness
Poem Months have passed Summer turned to fall. Days are growing cold- and the wind is blowing fast …away to a crimson sky- bloody sunset and do you know? I still hide to...
Faith Amidst Doubt?
Haibun Simon said in reply, “Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” Luke 5:5, New American Bible How did you...
Weekend-feeling Weekday
Weekend-feeling Weekday Sharon Van Etten’s Taking Chances croons in my earbuds. Late afternoon heat breaks, and a pale-blue sky remains at sunset. Some cardinal flies from branch to branch, as the hoot of an...
The Hope Collector
I am the collector of thrown away hopes. Lost and forgotten, blown in the wind, strewn in the street. I pick them up, brush them off and give them someone, someone who believes in...
Origin of a Silenced Voice
I make a sound and point. “Oh, you want this?” Mom asks, then takes whatever I point to down. Be it a can of corn, string beans, a favorite toy. I don’t speak until...
The Sojourner
Life Poetry Walking down this dusty road Shaped by those before me It crumbles behind face As I sojourn in this place Grassy lands begin to brown From under my bare feet Egressing...
Such Monotony
Another day. Students to nudge to work or be silent, while others teach. While I remain voiceless… Another day. IEPs to write. The implications of the difference to face. Between where...
