Hidden Places

A poem of nature and humanity

Geode

a metaphor, yes

Dull gray rock
dirt-specked
disappointing

Smile Each Day

Believe in the power of women

Chocolate

She was a good girl

“I’ve been a good girl. Daddy will be so proud of me.”

Rain Prayer

In memory of The Pulse Nightclub victims and for all of the victims of discrimination and hate

blank canvas.

It only takes one glimpse of her for the words to begin pouring out.

The Endless Chaos

that search for light — A poem

Making Ghosts

When we bought that house, my love,
remember? When we were young.
We were making memories.

ceasefire.

I don’t think I’ve seen a more perfect sight than you fast asleep.

Return

free verse full circle

So long ago-
indeed many fogs of memory away–
I lay in tallish grass
in the high summer and…