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...

I have been highly blessed to have known wise women during my lifetime. What a difference they have made. Sometimes they appeared one at...

Jimmy, my husband, actually posed this question in the truck. I laughed and changed the topic. I could not deal with it at the time....

The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up. A holy thing. My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them....

Almost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...

It’s ten days before Christmas, coldness has settled its haunches in our valley again, and things are breaking: the gas line that comes...

My art teacher placed paper and pencil in front of me. Then she arranged a few zinnias and put the vase on the table. Her instruction was...