What inspires you as a poet?

It's my honor to have been invited to serve as Poetry Editor for Literary Life, an online journal that seeks "truth at the intersection of the arts and faith through a discussion of ancient and contemporary literature."  Yeah, that's my jam. Today's contribution to this publication is an exploration of the question, "What inspires you …

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Prayer For An Offended World (a love poem)

Prayer For An Offended World where no one is left who in truth can say, “How could you?” with authority, without a trace of irony. Return to us our shock and shame. Relieve us of our need to blame. Receive our sacrifice of self. Let us begin again. Amen. ***** Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

Summer snapshots

Morning walk in June - She plucks up courage, a handful of daisies Happy summer squeals- Toes touch the Atlantic for the first time *** Happier still the Golden, smile flapping in the breeze of a passing car Listen for mother, baby robin - she calls from high above *** Downpour splashing through sunlight - …

Slow me down

This last week marked the end of a busy school year for me (I work at a school) and my son (now officially entering 7th grade). Time flies. And so do we, from day to year, from task to chore to distraction and, occasionally, to dreams. It is no coincidence I chose this poem, "Slow …

Tent Poles

My extended in-laws buried two of their own on Saturday. Two different towns, two different groups of friends, family, colleagues, neighbors – similar sharing, binding, parting. The second gathering was graveside. I stood under a tent on the side of a hill filled with the remains of other people’s families, the light rain keeping time …

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18

A day late, today's poem is from yesterday's NaPoWriMo prompt. My starting poem is Jane Kenyon's Song (which begins, "An oriole sings from the hedge..."). Simple Pleasures Those hidden drops, forgotten seeds, fragile flower-filled absences that hill, valley, stream cannot contain: The simple pleasure of the long familiar. So lucky to be not forgotten but …

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16

Play Spring wiffle ball: snap of the bat, shy whistle, just missing the catch... jubilant cheers on breath-clouds, sliding home through slush. ***** Photo by Robert Collins on Unsplash

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a haibun. Surprisingly, given the number of haiku I've written over the years, this is a first for me: Empty Pockets A mile walk from the bagel shop to the tidal river, and all the walkers and their dogs are out on the first warm Saturday of spring. Everyone …