The Fog Speaks –– October, 2022 Featured Poem

Growing up in New England, over 50 miles from the ocean, fog was rare and exotic weather when I was growing up. My Dad would tell me about the pea soup fog in London and I imagined getting lost. Living in San Francisco, 2 miles from the ocean fog is a very frequent visitor and…

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 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…