Dishwater Therapy

a true story

Barbara was hiding. From her husband. With two children. In a duplex on the edge…

Jolt

A poem about being jolted out of a foul mood

Ballerina

Get out of me, go to dance in Bombay

Blind Grace

a tanka

As the chrysalis
seems quite cagey to the worm,
blind to its future–
So I say to my own gods,
“This…

Still Air, Quiet Air

A poem

We sat on the grimey stairs and looked out into the inky night. 
The air is quiet, almost…

a toast to this time as it shapes me

future and past, as present as now

Molded

A free verse poem

Our life
and mind
shaped
in unison,
soaking the mindfulness
and mindlessness
around us.

Smoke and Strawberries

Reflections on Not Losing Hope

Poetry

Placid Pause

Glassywater

A Sijo

building shakes

A poem

in a shaky building