Before I became a poet, I wrote and published children’s stories. I have always loved this quote from Henry David Thoreau that inspired my story “No Time.” Though Thoreau did write poetry, he was much better known for his other writings. But in many ways the life he expressed was one long poem that continues […]
I will be sharing the stage with my friend and fellow poet Sandra Luber at the next TAPS meeting on Saturday March 21, which has been rescheduled from March 28 due to the No Kings March. I will be reading some of the poems from my new collection Watch us Burn: Poems for a Lost
What kind of name is that?asks the clerk at the Motor Vehicle Department.And so it begins. I tell her it’s bastardized Lithuanian,and originally meant “God’s gift,”or maybe “God’s beetle.”But it got butchered at Ellis Island,reduced to a lower state of grace,like Lithuania itself.Invaded, occupied, and bulliedby one country after another,only to be humiliated by bureaucratswho
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One night I was in dire straits.They’re not listed on any map,though my GPS told meto take the second right after the light,then bear straightpast the ugly yellow house.Suddenly there I was,coursing down a channelof surging water. Bigger than Gibraltar or Hormuz,it was like all of themcoming together in one place.It was one tight strait.There
The Bathers, William Adolphe Bouguereau, 1884 Ignore for a momentthe sight of twocurvaceous young ladiesskinny dippingat the beach.Concentrateon the left foot of oneas she shifts her weightand turns to the left,how its flattened archis so firmly plantedin the sandyou think it will bearall the burdenwomen have had to facesince booted out of the gardenin disgraceby
Lacking a car, I often ride the bus out of necessity. But if you keep your eyes and heart open, a bus ride can help you see your fellow travelers in a new light.
Once in a while, if you are lucky, you’ll encounter a poem that will take you to an enchanted place where words can do anything and for a brief time the outside world is held in suspension. I just read this poem by Sandra Beasley and have still not come back to earth. Thank you,
Everyone in me is a bird. Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife, she survives all man has done.The eye of a little god, four cornered.The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down. We wear the mask that grins and lies.I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.Love has gone and left me and
Hi All, My poem “Telescope” (a limerick, actually, inspired by a quote from Alice in Wonderland) was just published in the latest issue of NewMyths. In the same issue, they also included from their archives my poem “The Yellow Snake,” inspired by the snake in The Little Prince. You can read both of them here: