A mélange of garbage / and triumphant blooms.
Meditation: Calling, part two
Being in the world who I was created to be.
Poem: Everyday poem
The more I have to lose, all these ordinary joys.
I want to believe it is something more.
I'll return to that time and space that was my home.
The stars are dancing
Do not sit alone in the dark.
Poem: April wind
I watch the trees / as seasons cycle.
Poem: The day after
The tree alone directing us / To peaceful paths / With its symbolic star.
Poem: Getting through another loss
This time, I need the words of a prayer.
Poem Attitude adjustment
Multiculturalism? Well and good. But don't stop there!
Two prose poems
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
They tumble forth.
Poem about light
You can try to strangle light.
Death barged in
He has been here ever since.
Guess who I am.
Poem: Rain on water
The sky echoes the underwater world.
Poem: Bad news in the ER
'Your son was at a concert when he collapsed.'
Natural moments in seventeen syllables.
Poem for an inked daughter
A mother reaches across the generations.
Poem: Those days
Feeding the birds.
A ritual is born
Once, twice, ritual!
Grow a life here.
That was I
A poem from U.S. poet laureate Ted Kooser's Pulitzer prize-winning book.
Interview with Everett Hoagland
UU poet influenced by Langston Hughes, Amiri Baraka.
Homecoming: A sequence of poems
Poems about Africa.
Passover: A meditation
The terrible blessing of the journey.
A line is crossed.