after Joy Harjo She performs her cleaning ritualloads the dishwasher withthe shallow dish of silence,the deep dish of political angst, andthe stockpot where she simmers compassionfor others, saving a ladleful for herself She wipes the counters clear ofthe itch of springtime allergies,fear of losing her eyesight,the unanswered call to her adult child She organizes the … More Cleansing
Amid tiger stripes and plumage, lush secrets and eggs of compassion in the fringe of jungle boundaries, where vines hum quiet currents I too am a spiral in this web Creatures of fluid movement, electric chakras in my body, all seek an interconnected balance Paint these world companions with unconditional love, let them color me … More Symbiotic Currents
She sprinkles stardust on her tender seedlings well, it’s really grow-light beams she knows but don’t they say we’re all made of stardust? Okra and bell pepper seeds haven’t sprouted yet she encourages them to seek the light, fancies that vibrations of her voice are another kind of stardust She orbits through the day watching … More Stardust on Uncertainty
~ after Dire Straits She’s a spicy little oneputs a tune in your head,a ditty with a double‑time beatStirs a wiggle in your middle,a tickle in your toes,bouncy spinning steps in your feet Her toga is a minijangle bracelets on her wriststrappy shoes, voice of bluesflowing hair of honky-tonk riffs She’s a diva of rhythmTerpsichore … More Goddess of Swing
Out on the porch for my sunrise ritual with a cup of joe and Jack, my cat we’re welcomed by the dawn chorus of birds in warbles and tweets to greet the new day. It’s a cool spring morning, clouds are full of April rains, the hot cup warms my hands one birdcall stands out, … More Migration
We found a kit yesterday, no raccoon mother in sight. Did we do well to capture him to keep him safe from night storms? The search for best solutions is often lost in the translation. The photo of the raccoon kit was taken in our front yard yesterday. We still have not found a safe … More Outlander
On days when your phone is not charged, left with no way to take photos, attend to thechattering of a flock of migrating starlings Savor the alchemy of dawn’s light that catches the underside of flying Mallards’ wings;fold an omelet egg over mixed veggies Be alert for snapping turtle heads peaking from the lake toward … More How to Be Awake While Your Phone Is Aleep
Poem ideas abound in this generous universe bouncing like balloons in the air I might be able to grab one hold it long enough to see how I might grow it into a poem or the idea might slip away for another to hold on to This poem I write right now might be the … More Nectar on the Page
I did not write a poem today not one I want to publish ideas muddled one another becoming a thicket of words convoluted I tried to write about peace even peace within chaos tatting ideas into lace but the threads snarled patterns slipped out of shape I strayed away from the prompt “Poem” comes from … More Perplexed in Prompt
In that hazy cusp before the sun begins to peek above the horizon, Nyctinasty arises and spreads her veil over the gardens while the household still dreams She touches dormant wild morning glories, who shift in their roots not ready to rouse their blossoms still curled up in buds, but stirred by Nyctinasty’s secretive dance … More Nyctinasty’s Veil
Wind Rush 