April 16, 2017

Happy Summer Solstice . . . June 21, 2017 


Way up north, you could drink from the lake
dip your tin cup from the gliding canoe.

. . .from my poem "Signals of Summer"  Cider Press Review, 2013 




Some Lines from My Poems  . . .



No two alike: scraps from old nightgowns, 
strips of rags, frayed baby blankets, outdated ties.

Wadded to begin with, then wound like yarn
until there is no more. 
Utterly useless, she explains, but the children love them. . . .
"Rummage Box" Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine, volume 3, issue 1, 2017




 

Gnats cling to flimsy screens from the outside,
pricks of light in the moon museum's fake infinity room.



"Barrier Breaths" U City Review 2016









On a fir tree, low hanging, a pale bluish berry.
Hoping for a scent of juniper,
I scratched its fogged surface: nothing.


"Waiting for Juniper" Blue Fifth Review 2016





Every little instance holds a tidbit to pass on.
When driving on a winding road,
always point straight toward the curves.




"Morgan" New Verse News






No need to be really chewed.
Imagination does the deed.


"All Versions Are Subversions" Blue Five Notebook 2015




Swimmers unite! Make way without maps.
Floor plans of unity create a shifty security




"Without Ropes" UCity Review 2016









At first a pluckable fruit, the sun
spins into forbidden,
an unbearable white disc



"Progressions" Heron Tree 2015








On opposite sides of their cells, their walls,
one knocks, one answers.
Sundown, they seem to holler



"What the Old Will Do"
Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine 2015
 


Happy Spring Equinox  March 20, 2017

From afar, before budding,
the trees’ bones looked identical.
Fingering the nubs,
the expert told a better story.

from my poem "Bits of Advice" in The 2River 


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Winter Solstice ~ December 21, 2016

. . .
We make lights.
We have hope.     
The Earth, our sister,
will twist in her spin.
The day will creep back.
We will proceed.
. . .

from my poem "Winter Solstice" Potato Eyes, 1998;
and in my chapbook "Approaching Freeze" FootHills, 2003


March 20, 2017

Happy Spring Equinox  March 20, 2017. . .

From afar, before budding,
the trees’ bones looked identical.
Fingering the nubs,
the expert told a better story.








December 20, 2016



Winter Solstice ~ December 21, 2016

. . .
We make lights.
We have hope.     
The Earth, our sister,
will twist in her spin.
The day will creep back.
We will proceed.
. . .
from my poem "Winter Solstice" Potato Eyes, 1998;
and in my chapbook "Approaching Freeze" FootHills, 2003


  












September 18, 2016

Equinox  . . .  September 22, 2016
 . . .
"I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain

in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn"

. . .

~ by  Linda Pastan: poem "September" 





June 19, 2016

Summer Solstice June 20 & first Full Moon at Summer Solstice since "The Summer of Love" 
. . .
It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is

cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail

. . .


poem By William Carlos Williams 
"The crowd at the ball game"



December 22, 2015

. . ."The shortest day hovers over
    the weather map
    like a cloud of radiation.". . .


Last night was Winter Solstice . . .now, the focus is Light

October 15, 2015

Welcome, Autumn Equinox . . .September 23, 2015  

"Now is the time of year when bees are wild and eccentric. . ."  ~ Elizabeth Alexander "Equinox"