A poem deconstructing the hydrangea flower, and a collection of one letter abecedarian poems written as a lighthearted response to Ann Carr's recent poetry challenge.
Home is where the heart is, they say...
Song to an old woman tottering in her garden.
A selection of poems from April Poetry Month 2019
It's sure been a long cold winter. I think writing (and reading) poetry has got me through the worst of it.
Waiting for Spring is like watching the Super Wolf Blood Moon eclipse which was lovely, but a wee bit like watching paint dry on the moon. It seems to take forever!
Poems inspired by a lilac tree that has out-lived several generations and still grows now in a friends garden; and some recent winter writes.
Watching as winter unleashes it's fury.
A prose poem about a wee bird that I 'rescued', that at first I thought was a Finch, but later identified as a Golden Crowned Kinglet through a bird spotting web site.
Some of my last writes of summer, with autumn closing in.
Ten words is such a tiny canvas. Experimenting here with ways to present.
Recent poems inspired by mornings, moonlight, and music.
An Ann Carr writing challenge.
Adding some new rainy day poems to the pile...
Quietly writing the summer away.
Playing with free verse is freeing, like painting with water color.
Trying to capture summer this summer.
It's a start.
Saying goodbye to those we love is the hardest part of living.
Poems from an island
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees, and the flowers and the trees, and the moon up above..."
My response to Sylvia Plath's poem The Night Dances.
Love is in the air for April 2018 Poetry month.
April is poetry month. I joined in a challenge to write one a day. Turned out I wrote too many. How did this happen? It's a parade.
I love poetry. I love reading poetry. I love writing poetry (although I'm really not very good at it). Recently I've written some new poems that I'm excited to share. Hope you enjoy!
The Hermit Thrush has the sweetest song that I have ever heard. Poem from a 2011 note book.
Cleaning day chaos.
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability." Susan Sontag
A collection of photos and videos from a trek I made to Ronning's garden on the old wagon road to Cape Scott.
Gardening ideas for January.
From the archives, one of my first attempts at short story fiction.
A prize winning photo gallery of boys in exuberant flight jumping and diving off a cliff.
This is a short story about an old woman and her care-giver.
Painting is a secret passion of mine. This article transfers that interest into the digital realm, and explains technique from a beginner's level. A re-post from 2011.
A collection of my first published poems on Hub Pages.