National Poetry Month Letters to Poets Series — Here I am just trying to save the world with one love letter at a time. Writing unfurls slowly in a busy clime, in the hothouse of a framework that hurls challenges at me constantly. Effects seem unlikely. Bravely I pick daisies and count the petals, aloof of all rejection (just kidding, not really; I’m too touch feely) Hope keeps towing…

National Poetry Month Letters to Poets Series — Where in Xanadu, tormented soul, could you now be found whole? With all of life’s blue problems washed away, in white robes whose hopes blossomed like a new day evermore from the shore waving. Bowl upon golden bowl takes its toll. …

Into the West Sonnet Series — Seeking a stone to fill the hole of loss that gaped and sang for medicine. Precious as silver mined or a hawk feather tossed by the wind, where the high desert’s spacious grace gives benediction to art. Holy dirt in a hole in the floor, offering a cure, a miracle. We were only travelers, become pilgrims, bestowing meaning…

Nantucket Memories — Thousands of lives under an ocean of sand undulated and unmarked as the years since they were laid to rest graves unadorned unblemished shy as violets eschewing adoration their souls set free from the land where their bones plunge deep My daughter said “you have to see the Quaker graveyard…

Nantucket Memories —

Nantucket Memories —

Nantucket memories — When they brought sheep to the island they intended them to stay put since the sheep aren’t swimmers. Thirty miles out to sea, you’d think, would be a decent buffer zone. Where are they now? Do their descendants still graze in secret pockets among the dunes? Do they gaze in…

The last of a short series —

A short series —