“Sometimes the job of a poet is to register what happened off the page...see the everyday magic, miracle... Love is...
Poetry Friday: Throw the Dang Ball
My niece’s dog has come to stay with us this week. She used to be a hiker – the dog, not my niece. My niece is still...
Poetry Friday: No Greater Love
No Greater Love when the fallen log becomes home, food, life for lichen, squirrel, ant, termite bite by...
Poetry Friday: Girl On a Bicycle
Girl On a Bicycle by Troy Garrison (1939) The blue-enameled body of the slender beast Is alive, with the pulse...
Haiku Saturday: Stellar’s Jay
Deja vu... it's Spring (again) In the spirit of my seasonal whiplash, it is Spring in the Sierras. Snow greeted my...
Poetry Friday: Lake Tahoe, Claimed
Lake Tahoe, Claimed A million years of crust and crumble, claimed by faults, stretched and rumbled; mountains...
Haiku Saturday: Gardening
Thinking of Spring I have not crafted a haiku since the end of National Poetry Month! This week I was sidelined by...
Poetry Friday: Wonder Walking
“Is the wind the world breathing?” (excerpted from WONDER WALKERS by Micha Archer; 2021 Penguin Random House) ...
Poetry Friday: A Homecoming
HOMECOMING late spring snow dresses the roadside tiny piles of powder sparkle beside the pond sprinkled by a...
Progressive Poem: Update!
2022 Progessive Poem is Here! We left on a journey where "there were no maps!" It was filled with chatter, song,...
PoetryFriday: Poem In My Pocket!
Desert Spring Fat ol’ lizard counts pushups in the sun Mourning dove laments: half a shell is found...
THE NEVERMORES: Belonging
a piece of furniture The Nevermores ... With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe, the name for our poetry group, is a reminder of...