This one speaks for itself. The Big Apple of my eye She was good to me in the days that I was hers, when I gorged on her glittering anonymity and drank deeply of her vivacity and grit.…
Category: Whims & Words
In The Deep End
“How did it get so late so soon?” — Dr. Seuss Every parent knows that sensation, that familiar cocktail of despair mixed with happiness, nostalgia, and maybe a little bit of nausea, when you realize your baby isn’t a baby…
Shells
Where have I been these last 12-plus months? I want to tell you I’ve been rediscovering life but that would be a lie. Instead, I’ve been slowly crumbling under the weight of … me. I’ve always been my own worst…
Today, I hate poetry
Does this post even need an introduction? Sometimes ya got it; sometimes ya don’t! Today, I hate poetry Writing poems is like reading a book in braille— I know where to place my fingertips, but I still can’t find the…
Anxiety: A List Poem
A few Christmases ago, I received a book called Healing Through Words, by poet Rupi Kaur. One of the exercises is to write a list poem based on one of several suggested topics, including grief, hope, friendship, shame, self-doubt, and,…
Apparition
Not sure where this one came from, to be honest. I sketched it out months ago and then closed the book on it. Do you believe we can see the dead? Apparition My favorite trees stand sentry, naked and bare.…
A Haiku To The Setting Sun
Sometimes I like to pull out my One-Poem-A-Day book (a lovely gem from my dear friend, Iryna—thank you, Iryna!), open to a random page, and follow the prompt. This haiku came out of one such time. A Haiku To…
“I’m sitting here by the red tree”
One of my favorite pastimes is sitting back and observing my 8-year-old son. It sounds so cliché and normally I’m not “that kind” of parent, but the more I come to know him, the more I appreciate his innocence, his…
Dream It, Do It
This poem poured out of my pen in January 2024, during a quiet day at Disney’s Port Orleans French Quarter. I dedicate this piece to my daughter, Isabella. Dream It, Do It My eyes close as the mellow notes of…
Black Is The New Green
Black Is The New Green I hate living within this sea of darkness, clinging to coffee, then wine as if my life depended on them. Is it time I erase all boundaries? Color over them with my yellowed and broken…