I wrote this poem about the recent death of a close friend of mine. The world lost a wonderful warrior of God. But what is our loss is heaven’s gain. I will forever remember his brave, compassionate soul. The only contrast here in the City of Gold is the ample gems under my feet. Fluorite…

And it was at the age . . . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from…

This poem is in honor of Linkin Delagneau written from Mom’s perspective: Your last breath Our first touch. Your gentle spirit What’s not to love? Your tenderness lit up the room When your angelic face peaked out my womb. Our souls connected, Our fingers intertwined, I held your tiny hand inside mine. You held real…

This short poem is one of my favorites by Robert Frost. In just eight short lines, he captures the transience of beauty from a leaf to the Garden of Eden. NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then…

She nudged the open door where it secretly wanted to go. A stained-glass window stared at her from across the dusty, dark room. She danced and twirled towards it “spotting” the kaleidoscope light for balance. The Rembrandts waved as she passed by. With a sudden stop, she opened the colorful aperture to welcome the wind….