Dear Friends, I am listening to Christmas music. Why? To get myself more and more awake to the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe I’m...

On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...

How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...

I keep bumping into people who look fine on the outside. When I stay quiet and listen, they talk on. That person is leaving a familiar...

Summer or winter, I throw open the blinds and curtains. I want light like a sunflower standing tall in a garden. When others think...

When doctors are juggling my friend’s meds to find the right balance and she is feeling at her worst, she says, “It is like I’m floating...

A cloudy sky, but a tiny bit of light seeps through. I want to feel that light, its warmth. I want to stop the car right now, stand in...