Stop! Look! A poem can be the big brass band…

Geez, Louise!  When your world is on parade, that bass drum can give you a headache. Hang in there. Around the corner, you can set down your tuba. There’s a girl offering water to thirsty musicians. (This is one of the poems that never made its destination. Oh, wayward poem! Do you hang by a magnet…

When it’s time to wager, put your money on poetry…

Put your money on black, or put your money on red. Some say it’s chance, some say fate. Whatever it is, make sure you’re in the game. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider it an August in…

The waiting is the hardest part…

I’ve lost plenty of people that I’ve known and loved… and folks, like Tom Petty, whom I’ve loved and wished I’d known.  In the heartbreak of loss, I think… yeah- Dad, my darling Marty, Tom Petty… you’re somewhere waiting. It makes that big unknown less terrifying. My favorite Tom Petty song… 

When life feels like a table for one, let poetry be your candelabra…

It’s just you tonight. Lay the table with your good dishes. Choose the wine glass with the graceful stem, the china glazed with parakeets.  There are only so many days to live your life.  With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their…

In a crowded lot, a poem can be an open space…

It’s late. Your heels tick across the macadam like a lonely metronome. You’ve done it a thousand times, crossed this deserted lot, in the dark. It’s a safe neighborhood. Each time, you remember that book you read as a teen. The one where the girl is collected.  With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival…

As the world turns, poems make for better days…

The world looks infinitely outward, while you turn infinitely in. Your journey is wrapped in red ribbons.  With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider it an August in review. If you missed this year’s fest and would like…

When the city is too much, a poem can be a walk in the woods

A welcome mat of pine needles is laid across the forest, just for you. Heady with balsam, you discover that heaven is lined with tall firs. The chattering squirrel agrees, though he wonders why you hadn’t known this all along. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work….

At the end of a lonely corridor, a poem is an open door…

Plush carpet silences your footfall, you travel the corridor like a ghost.  Tonight, you’ll haunt Room 257. Tomorrow, your forgotten lipstick is the only evidence, that, like them, you were once here. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards……

For the road, toss Lunch Poems in the bag with the pretzels…

The RV is stocked with salty Virginia peanuts. In the cooler: two deviled hams on Wonder, schmeared with Mr. Mustard. Throw in a jar of crisp cornichons, the Gewurztraminer, and go. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider…

When you’re considering the past, a poem can make you sigh…

There’s dirt under your fingernails. You’re clawing the soil unearthing the strangest things. A long bone. A carved button. A miraculous medal.  And that’s just scratching the surface.  With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider it an August…

Skipping down the boulevard, a poem can be your companion…

You toss the philosopher’s stone and bound forward. Hopscotch the years, skipping and laughing. You’re determined to win the game you lost as a child.  With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider it an August in review. If you…