A Year of Reading

Flickr Creative Commons Photo by Kevin H. This is Just to Say I have written the poems that appeared in  my life a...

Luckiest bummer: cancer found in first mammo... thirteen years ago. Thirteen years gone by and still, test anxiety: mammography day. Co...

Take a minute to read David Elzey's twitkus (Twitter+haikus) from the first week of poetry month the second week of poetry month the...

I want to be a goose. I want to stand on the roof with my neck stuck out, honking and honking. I want to be a redwing blackbird. I wan...

T ake off your shoes A nd leave behind the stress of the day. I mitate the instructor's moves; lose yourself with C areful choreograph...

The poetry of an impromptu Easter brunch. The poetry of chickadees toodling. The poetry of a completed to-do list. The poetry of trees i...

sog slog sprinkles, drips and drops umbrella, boots and slops puddling draining fog sog sloshing splashing grey skies threaten lighte...

All of a sudden dandelions shout with joy. Yardies...not so much. Inner city nest Tricky place to raise your chicks  But it can be done...

Flickr Creative Commons Photo by  Stephen Downes Poetry is an interruption of silence. Prose is the continuation of noise. Poetry is a ...

WHAT BILLY COLLINS SAID AFTER THE POETRY READING LAST NIGHT The reason there is so much bad poetry written is that the tools of poetry a...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANKI !! We're the cupcakes, You're the frosting. You're the sprinkles on the top! We're the shelves, Yo...

Flickr Creative Commons Photo by ADoseofShipBoy LIFE the price of gasoline pistachio ice cream colonoscopies bunc...

TO EDUCATE IS TO FUNAMBULATE* My students are the absorbate for all that I communicate. All day long I motivate, they concentrate,...

This week in the library, we are having a POETRY PICNIC! There is no food at this picnic, but we are just getting a taste of poetry. The lib...

To My Daughter With Love: No Roof But Sky; From This Soil, For the New Year: Tickets for a Prayer Wheel. Nurture Sweet and Bitter Bark -...

Empty nests are caught in the budding skeleton of the maple tree. First leaves interrupt the criss-cross calligraphy of the bare branches...

Flickr Creative Commons Photo "Mother Hen and Chicks" by Frances Taylor I'M YOUR MOM I'm your mom when you're in...

Flickr Creative Commons Photo by the.sprouts LOST AND FOUND I look behind the sofa, I gape under the car, I gaze out in the garden, But...

IT'S MY POEM I wrote it. You read it. You like it Or not. If not Then you leave it. But don't you rewrite it. They'r...

Flickr Creative Commons photo by deb mae BETWEEN RAIN SHOWERS The boy in the yellow slicker riding his tricycle up and down the driv...