Category Archives: poetry/poesy

blue skies    crystal clear sparking skies              blue, that shade of blue only found in nests                    nests carefully woven by design with delicate brittle twig            by design                  constructed by tiny beak and claw stitch           perfect to house jelly-bean sized eggs, painted … Continue reading →

most parents earmark their lives and those of their children with memorable events:  first small steps   first words   the feel of tiny arms embracing the mama’s neck in a first hug the first teenage angst filled i hate you  then … Continue reading →

three hundred and ninety-nine poems ago there WAS a poet inspired by the greats by life’s adventures by the need to purge and create by slapping word-story onto the page… three hundred and ninety-nine poems on the wall put ém … Continue reading →

i wonder what the old poets would think of the new literary landscape are there any worthy humans to fill the giants’ shoes?

when i was a little kid, there was this children’s song, remembered from early childhood my mother hosted a morning playgroup in our santa monica backyard, where harried 50’s housewives would gather with their little ones in the mornings before … Continue reading →

i remember a time when we looked forward to the days of summer, of roaming through pine-scented forests, of climbing wildflower-strewn mountaintops and finding white sand, pristine beaches while searching for the clearest of azure seas to swim in.  summertime … Continue reading →

Who Has Seen The Wind by Joni Mitchell    Who has seen the wind Scalloping the sea Or gliding like a swallow Over villages and trees? “I have,” said the willow “And I begged him please to stay But he went … Continue reading →

in a life much can be broken promises    hearts          limbs                spirits                           backs lives and minds, once filled to brimming with our essence broken..  upon a craggy hillside  grazing goats peer skyward through dappled light of tree … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Shadowdance:
you were nervous then watching shy jailbait catholic schoolgirls walk round and round earth’s plywood tabletops… watching us you grinned like a fool as we  feigned initial interest in the soft-shelled chapbooks  piled around… from the corner stack…

lighting the blackened skies a midday sonic boom of thunder roared exploded, bomb-like as the gods clamored  for attention by throwing bolts of lightning brighter than the sun into  80 ft. redwoods rendering them god-sized toothpicks