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The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue
The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue I am a binder— loyal and true. I keep loose leaf papers looking like new. I won’t go in there. Rings aren’t for me. I hope I get...
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The Globe
The Globe I spin the globe with my fingertips, reading wrinkled mountain ranges like a person reading braille. I find the spot that means home and try to imagine it on a...
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A Poem for Your Pocket
A Poem for Your Pocket Here’s a poem for your pocket. Or it might be for your shoe. You could tuck it in a mitten. Any secret place will do. You could hide it in your hat or...
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Autumn Haiku
the open heart inside the shell black walnut the torn wing of a butterfly— evening chill everything I’ll never see… sowing seeds For more Poetry Friday, please visit Amy at The Poem Farm!
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Halloween Haiku
eyes in the ivy in the dark gnarled stubs scratch at the glass chill wind unearthing the skull in the basement setting it in the window For more Poetry Friday treats, visit Jama at Alphabet...
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November Morning Glories
Discarded leaves disgrace the lawn. The sky grows pale and sighs. Above the unmade garden beds, the morning glory shines. Feeling a little Emily Dickinson-ish today. (c) Elizabeth Steinglass,...
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Iambic Quatrains
Morning A fog was drawn across the earth between all things and me, but I did not see less of life— I peered more carefully. Sometimes I give myself exercises to do. I think of them like push-ups...
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Winter
Winter Maybe it will snow. Maybe it won’t. Either way the dark will snatch more and more of the day, more than its fair share, more than the accepted amount, leaving us...
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Process
A much-loved obstacle to my process. Welcome, Poetry Friday Friends, I know it may seem a little odd, but today I greet you not with a poem, but with two quotes I’ve been thinking about. The first is...
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Spring Haiku
first warm day the twitching of the cat’s nose at the screen door gray morning even the daffodils drop their heads I’ve been working on two great poetry projects. Oddly both of them are taking...
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april fool I short-sheet the bed then forget Like haiku, senryu offer a moment of realization in a single breath. While haiku are about nature, senryu are about human nature. To learn more about...
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unwinding the apple in one long strand I have been writing haiku for a few years now, and over that time I’ve become increasingly interested in renku, a linked form composed by multiple writers. As...
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After the Snow
Suddenly a crocus Pops out of the ground, Rushing purple and yellow Into a world gone brown. Neighbors passing by can’t help but Grin. I admire Avis Harley’s acrostics. I think they work...
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Tulips
Tulips greet the spring sky with a coat of fresh red lipstick and fits of welcoming kisses. I’m still wandering around the garden, as you can see. When I first started composing this poem, it...
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A Cinquain for Adelaide Crapsey
A Cinquain for Adelaide Crapsey She wrote of moons, white moths, cold winds and silences, counting down the few syllables she had. This is what happens when you wander–from crocuses,...
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2016 Progressive Poem
A squall of hawk wings stirs the sky A hummingbird holds and then hies If I could fly, I’d choose to be Sailing through a forest of poet-trees A cast of crabs engraves the sand Delighting a child’s...
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Blessing for a Cat
Blessing for a Cat Bless this cat who spends her days perfecting the art of taking a nap with little concern for her human’s ways. Bless this cat who spends her days watching the windows for...
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Instructions for a Moss
Instructions for a Moss Find a wall. Send tendrils into mortar. Suck moisture from the air. Turn light into life. Tip-toe your plush greens over stones so slowly no one notices you’ve taken the...
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Class Participation
Class Participation When you call my name and ask for an answer, and everyone’s eyes turn to me, I feel like a mouse in a freshly mown field too far from my burrow to flee. This morning I followed...
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Booked Review
Booked Review I love soccer. It’s what I do every day after school. I juggle. I dribble. I shoot on goal. I was made for this— body and soul. My mom calls me in. It’s time to read. I say no way....
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