Poetry

I've been writing poems for as long as I have been able to put pen to paper.  Even before that, I swear I was thinking in metaphor and similie.  One of my clearest childhood memories is sitting in front of the small, brick fireplace on Lehrer Drive, watching the flames dance and listening to the pop and hiss of a real wood fire.  It seemed to me that the flames were people dancing, celebrating and I felt a rush of freedom and kinship in that vision.  That was before I could write.

One of my first poems was an homage to the color green.  Another, The Sea, was published in the San Diego Unified School District creative writing magazine when I was in sixth grade.  I tried to locate both of these classics recently, turning my office inside out.  But alas, they seem to be missing.  (I say "alas" because I've been reading my early poetry--a bit affected in my teens, I'm afraid.)

These days, I write mostly free verse, mostly lyric.  But the occasional sonnet, sestina and rhyming poem sneaks in when I'm not looking.

Here are a few poems, some recent and some not.  I'll add more as time passes.  Keep checking in!


Advice

Agapanthus

Afternoon at Villa Bonita

After the Reading

Among Her Collection of Bowls

August Sixth--A History Lesson

Deciphering the Bloom

Erosion

Pedestrian

Premonition of Dust

Reading the Weather

Saving Daylight

Storyteller

Worlds Apart