The main reason become a writer

“The main reason to become a writer, in my opinion, is that writing is what you love to do more than anything else, and the thought of doing something other than writing eight or nine hours a day, five days a week bores you to tears… Writers are interested in a diverse range of subjects [...]

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Desiderata

Desiderata is a beautiful old one by Max Ehrmann…always a good reminder.

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Choir practice

Another old one… In the gather and the brush of people I keep my eyes low, flicking glances. I would rather not speak, just now- but the colors! Each vocal tone richly mixing, rising in laughter, the gentle bass crescendo in the back left row and the woman with that pure soprano, in strangely green [...]

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Miss Meriel Mink

Miss Meriel Mink, you’ve a bottle to drink! said her mother one mild muddly May. With a slurp and a smack, she tossed her milk back, and scampered on outside to play.

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Schoenberg

For the Austrian composer, Arnold Schoenberg. “The emancipation of dissonance,” you called it. Did they suspect, when you began? When you stepped quickly to the podium, rubbing your fingers, and turned toward them with the traditional slight nod? They were still settled comfortably in their seats, arms slack, as you gathered each sound in your [...]

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Friday

This poem was written for the Good Friday service at Orcas Island Community Church this year. Isaac’s on the altar, bound and terrified. Your only son, and he born to carry on your line your little one, who has his mother Sarah’s eyes. Abraham – take the knife and lift it high. Your husband Jacob [...]

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And Now You Are Sleepy

Ok, so it’s sappy. Chalk it up to first baby syndrome.. another oldie. And now you are sleepy, my sweet little bear, rubbing your eyes and tugging your hair. Sleepier still is your black, whuffly nose that snuffles and gruffles wherever it goes. Yawning and yawning, your red little tongue is sagging and dragging, my [...]

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For Meriel Aren, Who Is One and A Half

Wow. This was a few years ago! At last count you had eight yellow rubber duckies, a staggering number for one so small. Yesterday you returned from a birthday party with four of them: a mother with orange feet and triplets nested together on her back. Detachable. I’m sorry. After all, hanging above them all [...]

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Gallumphing Song

A cranky crew we are today; our mother’s sent us OUT to play. “Please don’t make us!” we all cried. “We don’t like to be outside!” We’ll show her! We will not play! We’ll stomp and thump and get our way! Harrumph, harrumph! Gallumph gallumph gallumph! Round every bend we’ll crash and roar where no [...]

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A Poem for Mimmy Upon Her Graduation

Well, Mimmy dear, you’ve braved swine flu and snotty sleeves, and students too! Whitman, Dickinson and the Crucible left you feeling happy and loosible. Zora Neale Hurston, close textual analysis! You taught those kids right out of their paralysis! You wooed the silent ones in 6th period with verse from the Romantic Period. kept your [...]

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Katherine the Great

This poem was written in honor of my dear friend Katie. Katherine loves to play with words (she likes them best when most absurd). Long are the hours Katie’s spent in thought, upon her fundament. Lovely limericks, lean and lithe are the stuff to keep our Katie blithe! Her grammar is a smidgen rough (she [...]

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Posting some poems

I will be posting some previously written poems. You will see them soon!

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