While I was away. The trees have been stretching still growing reaching upward, leaves loosing, crumbling underfoot, a minuscule mosaic...

I've been on a blogging haitus of sorts, so once again, pardon my pause. Spring often brings me full circle and I find myself writing ...

Young Sylvia, the earth beneath her soul And mourning dew all wet between her toes, She walks beyond the trees and up the knoll To secret...

Beyond the graveyard rests a quiet wood That in the day is still except a stream Spilling lithely o’er smooth glist’ning pebbles. Here an...

This is the question: toothpaste smeared on my bathroom sink This is the answer: thank you

Sonnet 29 When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless...

My children are home from school today using an extraordinary amount of tissue to blow and wipe and sneeze. I don't usually think much a...

I scoured my poetry books for a favorite to initiate my entrance into this Poetry Wednesday circle. My children had been absently tucked int...

I am absolutely fascinated with life--with the experience of it. Not that I am one who lives for high thrills like sky-diving, bungee jumpin...

Do you ever dance in your kitchen? The kitchen is the best place in my house to dance. I haven't been great about yoga lately and gettin...