Poem: My Father’s Hands, in memoriam

A new poem: “My Father’s Hands, in memoriam”

Poem: To have and to hold until death has no part

To have and to hold until death has no part He had a secret. He grabbed you and pulled you … More

late dreams, autumn some flowers open and close day and night, blossom and fall spring and autumn. i do the same on … More

Round the Corner I never really had a crush on her. I always wanted to so pretty and friendly the … More

Oldest River I was too happy to recognize when it happened to someone else too sad to realize when it … More

Dare 33 34 Peaches, peaches abundant, the fruit maturing. How to select the best one? Outside in the sun in … More

Here’s what I think I know: My grandmother Leathe Hemachandra was born Leathe Wade Colvert in New York City on … More

Look up “poetry” in the dictionary, and the second definition is “the quickest way to lose blog traffic.” Similarly, Google … More

I wrote this poem in 1996. Around that time I was writing a lot of poetry and doing some readings … More