June Poems

Today is the first day of summer, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Because summer is so short here in the Midwest, and gray clouds hang gloomily for much of the year, the blue skies and bright sun are a welcome sight. The earth is alive and bursting with color. Creatures are … More June Poems

A Flower’s Gospel

As blades shoot upward Break through the dirt It can hurt, you know Perhaps they are Oblivious to pain Or perhaps they endure This birth This purpose This emergence This existence For simply A few sunrises A few sunsets And some rain and sun In the in-between When flowers bloom alone And no one sees … More A Flower’s Gospel


Should it be ice-cold and windy in May? I heard a lone, sustained shriek ripping through the dark late one evening. That certainly didn’t feel quiet and unobtrusive, like this:   My busiest week in May is still going on. Her sophomore year of college has come to a close. She and I hauled her stuff … More Whirlwind

A Spring Day

Beautiful and soft breezes abounded yesterday, and there was no other choice but to be outdoors wrapped in those very warm wafts of mild air. I pulled out dozens of alien beasts (invasive weeds) from the flower garden in the front yard. Some strange sort of plant that looked like chives, but is perhaps a … More A Spring Day


I used to have two blogs. My other blog was strictly a poetry blog: all poetry, all the time. About 5-6 years ago, I was actively participating in weekly poetry prompt link-ups and another creative writing type of prompt website. Each week (or multiple days a week), a prompt was posted and poems were written and … More Arpeggio

Iron Ore

I spent the past 5 days in a rural part of Illinois at a speech and debate tournament. The location of the tournament was a church in the middle of farmland and windmills. It seemed out of place, as if its location was a mistake, a building dropped right in the middle of farms. But … More Iron Ore

Last Week

    Last week, something struck me and hit me a bit hard, and I was just working through some things- and of course social media looked empty, dismal, and unimportant (and much of it is), but I was not interested in any of it. And of course, other things looked different, too; in many … More Last Week

Piano Music

I heard a song the other day at my son’s piano recital called “River Flows in You”, and fell in love with it. Apparently, the song has been around since 2001, but I just noticed it. (Where have I been? I think I did hear it on one of the Pandora stations I listen to, … More Piano Music

Spring’s Broken Wings

Spring’s Broken Wings homeless, broken-winged birds forgotten ones of spring sing sweetest, endless song the one I speak of      (I wonder if you know her—             she has no nest             no place to rest             her head) a beautiful melody rings through darkness marks the sky pierces the night alone, she sings       (do you … More Spring’s Broken Wings

More Helpful Verses (“Apart From You, I Have No Good Thing….”)

1 Keep me safe, my God,     for in you I take refuge. 2 I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord;     apart from you I have no good thing.” Psalm 16:1-2 But You, O Lord, be merciful to me…. Psalm 41:10   All my longings lie open before you, Lord;     my sighing is not hidden from … More More Helpful Verses (“Apart From You, I Have No Good Thing….”)


    So there are these voices in your head, there are these unfulfilled longings, and other secret pains and not-so-secret pains each day. And you feel it, you see it: such a beautiful world, such a beautiful but fallen, broken world that you live in, and here we are, living right in the middle … More “Saudade”

In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me— some night, long ago I wonder why in April the daffodils have … More In April (poem)

Southern Spring

The trees are already dressed in early spring shades of green. The skies are a clear, bright blue, the sun is shining golden. The weather is perfect; warm but not too warm, with the brush of gentle breezes. Spring is awake and alive in mid-April in the deep south, full of visible signs that the earth is waking … More Southern Spring

Holy Week (Poems)

This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked the … More Holy Week (Poems)

Broken Bowls

The Japanese have a method of repairing cracked ceramics or pottery by filling in the broken areas with gold, silver, or platinum in a process called “kintsugi”. Here is what I found online about kintsugi: “The philosophy behind the technique is to recognize the history of the object and to visibly incorporate the repair into … More Broken Bowls

Drive to Nowhere

Sometimes, I’m just not ready to walk in the door of my house after my weekly Bible study. Sometimes, I need some time to think before walking in and facing whatever it is waiting for me, which usually includes a pile of dirty dishes. I don’t want to see that, nor am I ready to … More Drive to Nowhere

A Poem for Lent

    Lachrimae Amantis By Geoffrey Hill What is there in my heart that you should sue so fiercely for its love? What kind of care brings you as though a stranger to my door through the long night and in the icy dew seeking the heart that will not harbor you, that keeps itself … More A Poem for Lent