Poetry

What few poems I have written (Open to all subscribers)

A Haibun about boundaries
Prove to me that birdsong doesn’t matter Tell me how You could possibly not miss: The cacophony of starlings as they Dip and sway Moving like a school…
“They’re human” lands funny with me Like a bypass for accountability. “They’re human” sounds like absolution When instead it ought to sound like a call…
“I’m fifty. I’m done learning,” she said. Done learning?! I thought. Imagine denying yourself new experiences, New ideas and contemplations. Never again…
I don’t identify as a poet but I should probably stop insisting that I don’t write poetry. I do write it, as and when it happens. As Mary Oliver remarks…
Please do not doubt the significance of my gratitude when you listened to what I had to say. Please do not think less of a hug given to a friend in the…