Overlooked Ghosts––Featured Poem for December, 2020

Living among Monterey pines in San Francisco, I temporarily forgot about deciduous leaves in winter. Thank you to Sacramento for bringing them back to me. Stay well these Holidays. Overlooked Ghosts You can see their spirits streaming awayin ectoplasm prints preserved each autumn.Not every tree’s leavesmanifest dying so clearly— releasing slow-motion scarlet flamesas they are…

Land Park Fall – Featured Poem for November, 2020

We lived part-time in Sacramento over the past 18 months. Their trees are large, beautiful, and numerous. They reminded me of Massachusetts, at least part of the time. When the orange tree ripened, I was quite sure I was not in New England. Sacramento just outlawed leaf blowers. I approve. This poem is from 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: February, 2020

This is an acrostic poem using the alphabet.  I hope you enjoy it. They can be quite fun. I was reminded of this poem as I walked by a large collection of California lilac plants. It is also called ceanothus or buckbrush and has a wonderful scent. As I stood appreciating the smell I realized…

Featured Poem – September, 2019

This is an older poem and one I love. I live across from a park and theses trees are like friends. I am so delighted that it was published by Vistas & Byways Journal at San Francisco State Spring, 2019. Dignity of Trees Torn limbs expose the inner flesh.In the small park where we live,branches…

Featured Poem – July, 2019

This time last year I was in Alaska visiting a family friend who is also a fabulous kayak guide. For a change of pace, here is one of my poems from the trip. These are actual names of climbing routes. The poem is also found in my book, Inner Sunset. Frozen Waterfall Climbing Routes in…

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…