To the most disruptive girl in class The one who had to be separated From her friends to pay attention And then became sad and shut down Rather than bright and engaged I see you finally fulfilling that potential We spoke about so many times…

I’m sorry that you felt the way You told me that you did Sorry I’m a terrible mother I don’t know why you say You were a miserable kid Or why you speak so badly of your brother   I always did the best I…

Steady thrumming hums with a throbbing beat. Speed up, slow down, constant rhythm makes its own music, a dance in tune with the ebbs and flows of life.  

Vibrant, oh vividly, startlingly pink! Or perhaps purple, or fuchsia, or maroon, I think? Whatever shade it may be, the girlish child in me, Delights in this absurdly bright pinkish tree! Such silly, frolicking, fabulous fun Could take place here, shaded from the sun. Under…

How do we find the balance of words between I we and they so we are able to hear all of the vowels and consonants the voices vying for our attention in this world are making to keep us from sobbing in despair so we…

Dearest friend I hope you’re doing well It’s been a minute since we met I hope my name still rings a bell   I hope your favourite food is still chocolate And that you never stopped reading under the dim lamplight I hope you still…

It won’t be easy Never written poetic lines over a beat But this poetry marathon must be a success Nothing can beat me down What can’t kill my creativity Can only make my mind stronger I have to write this in two minutes I have…

Champ clamps victory Fastens his focus to succeed Amped up energy  

Remember riding in my Chevy Nova through downtown Traverse City how we blasted the Talking Heads all the way down Front Street? How was it that we had so much time in our lives to just sit around talking and drinking Labatts and smoking Camels?…

Desert Lover   Walking through the alleys of old Bisbee, I thought I saw the ghost of an ex-junkie   who captured my attention in these same streets, twenty-three years ago.   A face like Richard Gere’s— eyes wandering inward, as if bored.   Cheap…