Welcome
For as long as I can remember, I have longed to live in a world where everyone thrives—where lives have dignity, dreams count, and stories matter. The possibility of this seems to fade with each passing 21st century day. So I turn to words: to connect dots, to bear witness, to celebrate and to lament.
James Baldwin wrote: “Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” I write in search of words that can speak my language of truth. I write because I believe that what we experience as individuals, what we face, is wisdom we can—maybe even must—offer up to the world.
Words and the alchemy that happens when they meet in line and stanza, paragraph and phrase are what I have.
Words are all we have.
The Last Bouquet
I picked the last batch of dahlias on November 22nd, seventeen days after the disastrous, shameful results in the…
January 17, 2025
Get Your 25-cent Poetry Here…
There is a very cool coffeehouse called The Stacks two miles from our house down Killingsworth Street. It not…
January 16, 2025
Friday Afternoon Landscape
The morning started in fog. Then a slow-to-emerge sun began to take over the day so we headed to…
January 10, 2025