Postcard Poems- a 2014 Retrospective

Here’s one that made its way to Bay City (Rollers), MI: IMPRESSIONS The tide sweeps our steps from the soft sand and the days erase the bright months of summer. Only the beach is constant. You can find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here. Advertisements

Postcard Poems 2014… remembering sad, sad news.

I wrote this when I heard about Robin Williams. I thought of others, too, who suffered.   What happened? Was the world too much? Was it not enough? Did you not know how throughly you were loved? You can find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here.  

More, more, more: 2014 Postcard Poems

Helloooo, Upstate NY!  If words had their way they may clatter onto a page.    They may ping and patter in a syncopated manner, without much thought. But a poem, a poem is not a simple matter, you can’t always let words fall where they may.

Postcard Poems- a 2014 Retrospective, oh yeah

Hello, East Meadow NY: AFTER A SPRING STORM light drips from the trees like flowers. A glimmer of sun in each rain drop– brilliant petals fall. You can find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here.  

Postcard Poems- 2014 more, more, more

To Miami Shores, Florida… It’s those empty spaces between there and here,  then and now. The spaces between raindrops, between blades of grass, that allow for things to be just as they are meant to be. To be apart, but a part of. You can find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for…

Postcard Poems- more from 2014

Here’s one that flew to Washington D.C. with its minor rewrite to the left: Your  unleashed words move forth-      There-            And There- Landing (if you’re lucky) where fertile minds can make them even brighter and more beautiful than you imagined in your own beautiful mind. You can find more…

Postcard Poems- more from a 2014 Retrospective

Sent to East Grand Rapids, MI (edited version below- which seems like a whole different animal): This one thing (which no one could foresee and  which seemed so insignificant) became the most important piece of the puzzle. The whole Megillah rested upon this one thing. But let me tell you one thing. In the end, none of…

August Postcard Poetry… circa 2014

This one landed in Wenonah, NJ… (edited version to the left) If the mercury’s not up to it, who cares? Get yourself a front row ticket to the sun. Bask. You never needed permission to bloom. .

Postcard Poems- a 2014 Retrospective. Next!

Here’s one that made its way to Rockville Centre, New York:     WE ARE SEEKERS Into the dark we venture for something           hidden- something            we can put light to- something           that tells us           who…

Postcard Poems- a 2014 Retrospective continues

This postcard poem traveled to Jersey City, NJ in August 2014. An edited version is also presented below for your reading pleasure. (Find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 hyperlinked here!  Sign up… you know you want to.) She’s sun-kissed and  mars-blessed. The freckled moons of her knees carry her toward far horizons. She scatters stardust…

Postcard Poems- a 2014 Retrospective

Here’s one that made its way to British Columbia, and the tinkered version that, hmmm, may not be superior: THE LESSON OF SPILLED MILK.   No use crying. Call in the cats. Their pink tongues will make sense of this sideways turn of events and ask you to consider the unexpected grace of cold white milk on blue linoleum. You can find…

More circa 2014 postcard poems…

This August 2014 postcard poem traveled to Kansas.  Here is the original postcard and a later-edited version of the poem. A HISTORY OF WAR between us:      lines drawn      boundaries forged      battles lost- The scarred landscape won’t forget if we point and say, Here. Here is where it began and here it ended. You can find…