the old road to the mine—
getting lost without making
a single turn
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged getting lost, nature, poem, poetry, walk on March 10, 2018| 2 Comments »
the old road to the mine—
getting lost without making
a single turn
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged book, getting lost, poem, poetry, reading on November 5, 2017| 2 Comments »
all day turning the pages
of someone else’s life—
putting a bookmark in my own
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged anger, getting lost, poem, poetry, release on June 20, 2015| 3 Comments »
Looking for reasons to justify
my anger with you, I found instead
a silver handle without
a pitcher, the scent of peonies,
a bush of ripened berries and a hum.
Is it any wonder my hands forgot
how to fight? That missing
pitcher filled with spring water,
that is what my silence wants
to say to your silence. And
that ripeness, that is what
my hands long to bring to yours.