Honestly

Honestly

Learning to love myself and realize that it isn’t always your loss when it hurts; sometimes people can make you forget the good in yourself.

Song my mother sang

Song my mother sang

When babe in arms
My mother sang to me

Review of Lilies on the deathbed of Étaín and Other Poems

Review of Lilies on the deathbed of Étaín and Other Poems

A review of Lilies on the deathbed of Étaín and Other Poems by Oisín Breen.

The Course of Kind

The Course of Kind

An interplay of preconceptions, the arts, faith, acceptance, discovery and love.

the land of body is tired and needs to rest from entertaining immature tourists

the land of body is tired and needs to rest from entertaining immature tourists

I write of smells, cutaneous sensations, truth. Sometimes the Natural World is a place of rage, power, reprieve, and wonder.

Weather Map

Weather Map

A work of evocative impressionism rooted in reality and history but suffused through the psyche to be dream-like.

Dear G

Dear G

Dear G
You’ve asked me what makes a poet

Hope

Hope

“Hope” is a poem that focuses on dealing with life challenges plus having the faith and belief that things will change for the better.

Marilyn In Miles

Marilyn In Miles

“Marilyn In Miles” is my attempt to process the loss of my stepmother, Marilyn, who died from cancer last summer.

To Cody

To Cody

Reflecting on myths and stories and how they inform how we think about things, with a curiosity about time and how it passes.

This Time of Year

This Time of Year

A reflective piece of poetry, that asks the what-ifs of this life, pondering the duality of life and death and missed opportunities.

Fog

Fog

A poem about disinformation

Please

Please

please do not bleed,
not right now.

I Dreamed I Closed My Eyes Forever

I Dreamed I Closed My Eyes Forever

This is a poem about a dream I really had.

Review of The Mayapple Forest

Review of The Mayapple Forest

A review of Kim Ports Parsons’ book of poetry The Mayapple Forest.

A Second Life

A Second Life

Much will be forgiven those on whom not much has dawned. But let me ask: How could you not see the signs? What with the oceans rising…