Pastiche Poetry

Do you ever revisit things you’ve written in the past and turn them into something new? Snippets and thoughts that started life as something else, only to be repurposed. I do. Especially with my poetry. In fact, most of my poems are curious little Frankenstein’s Monsters of lines and ideas I’ve pasted together — stealing […]


I keep a vase of sunflowers on my windowsill, Reminders in dark days the sun is always with me still. Each blossom; sown and nurtured, tended by my hands alone. Blessed am I, to bring their love and light into my home. Outside, they follow with adoring gaze, as their God spins sideways through the […]


As my dearest Nana once used to say, “It’s blowing a hoolie outside!” And we’re locked in a merry dance today, The rhythmical wind and I. With a whispering, fluttering, swooping and skittering. A floating and soaring, surging and roaring. We’re coupled in an amorous masquerade, As I’m thrown and I’m spun by this wild […]


These lines on my face do not worry me They are not imperfections which I feel the need to hide These lines are the roadmap of my journey They are creases in the pages of my story They are tiger stripes earned through courage, strength and determination They are cracks in the glaze of a […]

Let Me Mother

Let me Mother my children my own way. Let me teach them and guide them, find the talents inside them. Let me praise them, advise them, never judge nor chastise them. Let me tell them how often they impress and inspire me, How I value their thoughts and believe them entirely. Let them grow without […]

Always, the Sound of the Sea

As my thoughts move like the swell of deep waves, And I feel the constant surge and wane of hope and love, While my mind ocean lurches, churns, oozes and breaks Like wild, white horses racing to the sands, I strive for quiet, a silent heart, a still pause, a breath Caught in the throat, […]

Song of Mourning for the Word

The page is dead, And all thoughts perished. Now blackness, bleakness, dominates instead, Where once were thoughts that dreamed and loved and cherished. Now Autumn falls and brings along cold darkened days, Stripped branches reach with bone-thin fingers to the skies. What once was green is faded into ashen greys, Now joyous leafy whispers change […]