Memorial Light and Shadow
What do I remember of her? Straight brown hair, sky-blue eyes and tapered cheekbones? Her love of horses? My head swimming when she smiled? What don’t I remember of her? Our walks in the...
Category: Poetry
Stop Signs
Life Poem You walk and I walk over diagrams made of strands and chunks of bright colored chalk, elaborately planned on the sidewalk. Faces appear, shapes circle around speckled like traffic lights, and stop...
September Magic
Poem Today, when I was walking I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another. In the faces of strangers walking down the path I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me....
It was never
It was never you — It was never your arms — Or the smell of your hands When driving felt like drifting through a storm. It was never your mouth — When I said...
Seen and Unseen Apple Trees
I see the apple tree. It’s dark-gray and brown, ridged bark, with Y-shaped branches splitting upward like outstretched arms from its knotted trunk. Its leaves fill every branch. The 2 x 4 Dad and...
Jumping Ship
Hesitating the moon shivers and shakes As I watch it changing shape Undertaking a crooked path Somewhere there’s a road to take The signs point straight, behind I see years of my life A...
A Jealous Moment
The aroma of her nail polish is so strong that I smell it from the lounge chair. And her hair? Straight and silky. All to visit our dentist—her former employer. She says no. Do...
It’s All In Your Hands
Poem On a motorcycle, zipline, airplane I want to soar down the snowy mountain I want to blaze up the trail Be young and burn this energy Get high off my own vitality The...
First Memory of Mom
I don’t know my first memory of Mom. I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center?...
No Good Girls
Love Poem P.O. said I was done. So I bolted to my car. My first car; baking in the coastal summer sun. Looking down to the ground, watching my soles shuffle on the...
Close Encounter
Mom said something. “Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door. CRASH! Shards of shattered glass rained down on the...
