When you’re leaving, a poem can make goodbye easier…

At seventy-six, your father’s hair is still plush. In coal country, these crewcuts are called plickies.  Your hand rests atop his head, the point where the spirit passes, they say. He was here, now he’s gone. Your fingers never felt his escape. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s…

When you’re stuck, a poem can nudge you…

The sun has not yet risen, but the sky brightens along rooftops. Venus is poised above the shingles,  ready to say cheerio . This is the best hour, when the day straddles morning and night. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and…

When you can’t sleep, a poem can be a bedtime story

Grandmother and her daughters ring the kitchen table. The air is heavy with their midnight Pall Malls and  ghost stories. You listen from the narrow stairwell, where even the grey wallpaper smells like smoke. Wedged between your sister and cousin, the giggling noises of scared little girls betrays you.  What? You girls are still up? …

When the sky is stormy, a poem can help you see the beauty of rain…

There’s a shelf of slate clouds, so low you might bang your head. Now off you go, a clear plastic bubble for your umbrella. The rain typewrites an invisible story as you walk to the bus stop. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s…

There a rhythm to nature, a poem can help you find its meter…

A sheer fabric separates us. The butterfly with the crippled wing clings to my finger. She drinks from the juicy pineapple, and when it’s time, my heart is heavy with goodbye.  As the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concludes, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider…

When you’re steamboating, a poem can be your paddlewheel…

The great wheel turns. One day parts for the next. In your wake is the life you can never return to. 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…

When you think love’s a lie, a poem can make you a believer…

The screen door whines shut with a snap. Imagine that.  Listen, honey, they were imposters. The one who comes to stay has taken the first step in your direction, so keep the kettle on. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their…

When the path is narrow, poems tilt your gaze to the blue sky…

In the hustle-bustle, you blend into the undifferentiated continuum. It takes a trained eye to prove your singularity. You’re the one with the skyward gaze. 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…

When you tumble, poems offer soft landings…

It’s crumbly. The weight of your step sends small stones trickling over the edge.  You step back into the safety zone, and wonder if they carry a memory of the cliff. 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 headed for the falls, a poem can be your barrel…

Your inner tube floats lazy. A drink in one hand, Gertrude Stein in the other.  You get dozy crafting poems in your head. Next thing you know, you’re hanging on for dear life, and the swift current has swallowed your only copy of Tender Buttons. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m…

When the future’s unclear, a poem can be your gypsy…

Your cards are on the table.  The world is turning, she says.  The moon looms large in a landscape of cups. You turn to the window and wonder what lies in the blue hills beyond the tree tops. With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are…