Oh, Lily dear…

  Bravo!   You refused to loosen your hair for a blackguard. Off you go! Stealthy on ballerina toes. Oh! Feel your way. The bank is muddy, the wind ripe with columbine and fennel. Your bouffant protected by a black hood.    

2017, ho!

Consider the new year full of bright, untrampled days. Pull up your boots, and venture ho! You’re made of sturdy stuff and we can meet the slings and arrows hand in hand. Remember, we’re stronger together. A band of brothers negotiating this still-blue planet during culturally and environmentally fragile times. Never lose hope. Always pay attention. Support your causes.  In case of despair,…

Headline: August Ends. Poems Set Stage for Reds and Golds

Pack your book bag with poetry. It’s light, portable, and no education is complete without it. Think you’re done learning? Think again. All the world’s a school. If you missed registration for the  August Postcard Poetry Festival 2016 and would like a postcard poem, let me know- it’s not to late, I’ll send one your way.  …

In August, a poem can be a predawn swim, the sun rising…

Summer wanes, but there’s time for a few more games of Marco Polo. Your brown shoulders, slick with coconut lotion, meet the bright smell of chlorine as you move about the pool. If you missed August Postcard Poetry Festival  and would like a postcard poem, let me know and I’ll send one your way…    

In August, a poem can be cool like Charlie Parker…

Not on the beach? No biggie. Sip ice coffee and let the Bird tell you about Summertime. If you missed registration for the  August Postcard Poetry Festival 2016 and would like a postcard poem, let me know and I’ll send one your way…    

In August, a poem is the green scent of cut grass…

Get swingy in a hammock, let your left toes tickle the lawn. Everything around you is a poem. If you missed registration for the  August Postcard Poetry Festival 2016 and would like a postcard poem, let me know and I’ll send one your way…

In August, a poem can be an international flight of fancy

Packing for adventure? Tuck a slim volume of Rod McKuen in your carry on. No travel plans? Let poetry take you away. Find a bar decked in California plush and spend an afternoon in the cool dark tippling something dashed with bitters. Read poems to the bartender- and maybe pen some lines of your own. If you missed registration for…

A poem in August- like clean, cool sheets after a long drive…

Travel the highway… a book of poems tucked into your flowered weekender. Maybe there’s room at the Owl Courts. If you missed registration for the  August Postcard Poetry Festival 2016 and would like a postcard poem, let me know and I’ll send one your way…