Falling awake to the sound of dappling on the window. Tired eyes peeling open, expecting the sun’s warm glow, only to a glimmer of surface light.   Confusion develops as you begin to stretch. Certainty sinks in as you gasp for a breath. You have to…

Before a frog leaps a tadpole must swim through mud, and not be eaten. Judy Klemos

I was never much for the sea Though I’d never seen the sea Lake Michy is as close as I could ever want And as close as I may ever get Though I should hope, one day, to see the sea And die many years…

1) Marathon Woman– composing and discarding transient poems   2) Eight Hours Ago   Slid my wide backside against your narrow front and settled into bed   Like you have thousands of nights before you drape your arm over me, your work-roughened hand flat against…

Take the plunge My heart beat quickens Laboured breathing The anxiety thickens. An unknown world swirls beneath- grey mist gathers above, this watery sheath.   I gather my strength and with- hearty gasp, I plunge forward without a single lapse. Falling quickly backwards and then…

Flat Fish As I peer up at his boat, Caliban, through the warming late spring waters of this New Jersey back bay, I see his lucent line descend. His chartreuse jig bumps along bottom mussel beds as he persuades me to lunch with him. The…

I buried you I buried you deep within myself Wanted no parts of you Wished the feelings away The anger, the resentment, The love I buried you Buried everything about you Everything about us I thought. Somehow you creep out of the dark earth Grinning,…

  I remember the old stone bridge, Putney, and Bishops Park. The Pond. Swans sweeping the Thames. Blistering blue flashes, A budgie, Lost to its home, flying Frantic in London trees, All alone. I remember floating in feathers, Face down, unafraid, Sinking slow, White dress,…

First Poem for the Hour One it’s about love. you know how it is like summer honeymoon as we looked forward wanting archaeological digs and adventures recalls the Pacific invites diving into the magnificent marine rings of wonders swishing interviews with seaturtles and colorful fishes…

I bounce in the cool rush of waves Taste salt on my lips Toes touch and release unseen sand   I bounce in the cool rush of waves Watch the winding flights of seagulls Feel the wind blowing the sound of transistor radios   I bounce…