Featured Poem: July, 2020

Like many poets, I have a growing collection of pandemic poems. Here is one for a smile.  In the San Francisco summer fog I feel even more like I am hibernating.  Hope you and yours are staying as well and joyful, as you can.   Cardboard Boxes ( Shelter-in-Place; May 2020) Lying inside, on the…

Featured Poem: June, 2020

We lived in Sacramento three days a week this past year. I enjoyed the differences between San Francisco and Sacramento. There is the heat and cold, both of which are more in Sacramento, and the glorious deciduous trees. They bring back memories of New England and Upstate New York.   South Land Park Twilight Heat…

Featured Poem: December, 2019

Chimney Raven It croaks twice, sounding deep in my chimney.Pitching my voice to raven guttural,I mimic the call.Its claws scrabbling on the metal flueit caws and awks two times more.I try again, just one croak. I receivesilence.Silence. The next day, the bird declaims againfrom a perch on the neighbor’s roofwhere it sips from a puddle…

Featured Poem – May, 2019

Red Velvet Cupcakes with almond cream cheese icing, still tenderly breathing from the oven. Crunch of the sugared cake crust in the midst of sweet softness. Red from the cochineal bugs, unabashedly and gloriously fake like stripes of fuchsia in a millennial’s hair. A classy surprise, pleased by its own display. I choose this poem…

Featured Poem April 1, 2019

One from my upcoming book of poems- Inner Sunset. These past few warm days set my winter kale to blossoming. Stars The kale went to flower and then seed.   In the midday warmth, pale green cabbage butterflies swirl and ride on yellow stars exploding out of plant tops, sparks from wands, slow motion fireworks….

Featured Poem March 1, 2019

There is so much rain. I need a flower poem! Lotus A dried bundle of seeming death in the dark and silence, my winter hyacinth. First roots grow slowly. Then her densely folded, tender tip emerges out the bulb. Tiny leaves are blanched naked, cold white grubs. From the downstairs cold closet I carry the…

Featured Poem, January 7, 2018

There Is A Bison In The Front Yard Ancient rhinoceros of our plains, one solitary bull shuffles and snuffles through autumn grasses. Mahogany mane surrounds a neckless horned head, and drapes humped shoulders, carpets upper front legs. There the robe ends, exposing naked buttocks, slender ankles, delicate hooves. Barely balancing a bow-legged bulk, he precisely…

Featured Poem, January 2019: Fires Burn in Paradise

Fires Burn in Paradise The San Francisco morning sky is dirty dish-water, texture of floating flour dust, smell of burning electrical wires. At our coast, silver mist and fog flows, ebbs, streams. This matte beige air is thick unmoving, silent. Code Red Air Quality looks like this. Up north, firefighters and neighbors battle, flee. I…