The Assumption of Abe Lincoln: 2 Haikus Fan my arms to fly,tailcoat springing body loose Shoes and stockings drop earthward, vanishing in the coffin train’s…
Almost Midnight, Day 48 of the War And the living nations wait,Each sequestered in its hate— W.H. Auden, from “In Memory of W.B. Yeats” It’s…
Seems I went somewhere But I stayed inside all daySeems like rain but not.
At the Abandoned Pump House Sun strews shards of white to rouse the green-brown water Old canal new life For info on the the no-longer-abandoned…
Plaid for cozinessKitschy couches line the walls Go out, breath real air. Bright rain falls straight downThe umbrella broke a ribWater fills her shoe. Join…
Once in a while I write a poem. Warming up for National Poetry month — April — here’s one. Pincushion Woman Once upon a time,way…