Giraffe–Poem for October, 2020

More shelter-in-place personal revelations. Hope you all are staying well. Giraffe A six feet 5” girlis sheltering-in-placein our house.I am 5 feet 2”and dropping.I want to stareat her tallnessas at a redwood.I lean backto see her. In her life,ceilings arereachable skies.Spider websin upper cornersof patio doorsget in her hair.Down the backstairs,she ducks to avoidbeing foreheaded….

Ode To Doughnuts- Featured Poem for September, 2020

What strange times these are, wonderful moments and terrible happenings. So for a change of pace, I serve you my September poem. Fun to read it out loud. Trigger warning for people avoiding sugar. For those of you who wish to go further into the science of giggling rats, just Google Scientific American – “giggling…

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: March, 2020

After a rainy day like today, I was reminded of this old poem of mine. Simple pleasures make the difference during this time. Hope you are safe and well. Satsuma Quiet in the house. Just the dropping of the rain. The furnace sighs. I sit by the window, cold pouring off the single panes, legs…

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…