Moment’s as they Come

IT’S HERE! In December my first book of poetry, Moment’s as they Come, will be published by Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd. You can pre-order it now. Just in time for the Holidays! If you or someone you know is going through the empty nest transition, this book can be your companion. What happens when all …

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30 Years Sober

30 years without a drinkBoy how time fliesSitting in a small rentalWondering how to survive A wake up callMany at thatThis time I choseTo hear the call Just one dayReach out for helpJust for this momentI swear it’ll stay 30 years have gone byWho was that girl?I don’t recognize her or the lifeYet loving her …

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children joy

Poetry: Friday night moment

A poem on a Friday night . . . . I ask for guidanceThe words fallNobody buys itWhat am I doing? I get up at 4:50 a.m.Every day is the sameOr not15 years gone . . . How? I writeI prayA master at creatingNot at this I say I keep showing upI stumbleI bounce backWho …

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lake stillness

Poetry: Time

A blinkA woman, old and graySitting in a chair overlooking the lake A blinkRunning through the fieldsDon’t let the bees stingDidn’t have a chance A blinkPlaying an instrumentSitting on a fenceNeighbor parents watching the show A blinkOld and contentMemory fadingA life well lived A blinkMy wedding dayThe birth of my sonGraduation A blinkCrawling on my …

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walk on path

Friday Musings

I thought I was going to do something amazing. I had so many dreams, ideas, passions . . . then life happened. Some of the dreams were created and some fell by the wayside. Sometimes I look around and I observe an old friend making a dream a reality. I remember the disappointment. What if. I …

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Weed Joy


This weed flower (and it’s unique strength) I saw this morning reminded me of a poem titled “Perception” I wrote in 1996: we walk thru the fieldsand all we see are the weedsgrowing, expandingspreading through all of the landuntil that is all we see we forget about the flowersthe treesthe crystal blue-white skysometimes we wonder …

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