Lawn mowers as homily to verses of fescue, bermuda and kentucky blue grass green with obedience and belief when blades tithe the aroma of devotion  

I thought I’d take a slow stroll down Madison and Main, Stop by the coffeeshop where they know me by name, slide by the diners, and grab a bite or two, Step to the blookstore and listen to canned blues. I call it what it…

I have a list of poems I wanted to try, so some of these are getting a workout for The Poetry Marathon. Here was a sweet poem from Buffy Silverman called “Rainbow-Colored Springtime.” She wrote this sweet rhythm with each line ending with time. There…

Hold up I’m gravitating in the air of war We will survive it all For the end is becoming the beginning   Of the survival field comes the master He saves whom His heart . . .has got a rythym and a beat for  

Fated Walk A casual stroll soon turned out to be secret rendezvous Hour 6 @varenyas

It’s a long road to home, I’ve had some time to roam, to mourn It’s been a long journey, and I was hardly ever alone Sewn, into my fabric are now tales Of when the wind was in my sails, and the oceans rough and…

There is a cat on my lap He won’t budge So my fingers must navigate keyboard keys Sideways He is impervious to poetry He knows his presence His comfort Are most important of all He has a bad boop on his head And stickers that…

Shoes tied and socks pulled up It was time for the early morning ritual The sun was yet to make its appearance There’s a long way to go before it does Balance is key to the ritual Too fast and I’ll break something Too slow…

That grain of rice that hangs from the corner of his lips I wipe Bludgeoning the promises of possibilities That grain of rice that hangs from the corner of the lips I smudge Killing the possibilities of transformation That grain of rice that hangs from…

(dude in the tub) you had me hooked from the first song; grabbed me by the neck and emptied me into oblivion like a white page in a snow storm incapable of holding words implicated in secrets submerged from the neck down floating in my…