Poetic Prose

I drank Modigliani that morning with my eyes, greedily To the last drop of his brushes caught in the frame of my…

Generations of Women A kick here and there for my mom, my daughters and me, rivalry inscribed from birth to…

I like to begin poetry by exploring phrases, I am...I am a poet...but then I think "What is a poet?"…

A Different Drummer I marched to a different drummer. We marched around quite a bit. Upon my soul, his drum…

The Fold They were taught what to think, and thought what was told. That the ice was quite hot, and the fire…

Embraced There was a time. Ago. Embraced.When a woodland walk, brought a state of grace. Sun bright…

Such a Day I'd rather be up on the hillside, as the night mist rolls away, and watch the sky run into…

Bad morals lay heavy upon our land

Katherine Mass She stood there dressed in white, a lonely figure, slight The mob had gathered, some yelling in…

The season unreels with an air of majesty and mystery, measured by God’s celestial clock