On one of those pristine, picture perfect Spring days, where air is breathing clear, limbs are wearing light green sleeves, and clouds, see themselves in…
Hidden among the forsythias and the freesias, the daffodils and the daisies, and the pansies and the peonies, are the paintings that draw you in,…
Yes, Yes, Yes, I know! Before you’ll pause to read about your foe and see, what it is I have to say, you’ll likely turn…
In the moments before that yellowish orange ball raises its head above the pale blue, before the day begins its business and footprints mark the…
The bread knows whose hands are those mixing, kneading, shaping its white, pillowy, delicate dough. It knows that I am one who prefers a crusty,…
Dear Betty, You are a cake mix, cook book, kitchen maven and your image has become a haven for those who manage the traditional trinity…
I do not write because I choose to express my views or take some stand, and not because I have something more to say, although…
When I see you I swoon, you take my breath away, for you my heart goes to the moon. When I see you I swoon,…
I must confess the drug that’s made my life a mess, isn’t crack or coke or weed, not even alcohol, shrooms, or speed, but presidential…
Don’t ditch the poems for poetry is meant to give us pause, allow us to reflect upon a cause, or even to dissect our laws…
Aren’t we all just unassuming creatures deserving of a poem, just as much as setting sun, falcon’s flight, or maple leaves upon a tree? Is…
