Category Archives: free verse poetry

Last year I spent this time holding the thin hands of a dying woman.  I brought flowers from mother’s garden:  hyacinth, daffodils, forsythia.  It rained, as it rains today; water presses my hair flat and I walk, remembering. I could … Continue reading →

Stained sneakers scuffing sidewalk, hands stuffed in the pocket of a torn pea-coat Daniel in bluejeans screams sermons into frozen air.  Red-bearded, handknit cap hiding long curls, he’s a latter-day prophet promising damnation. Across the street Neojesus preaches free love, … Continue reading →

I am impatient in love just like that first yellow crocus knows it is foolish to open early but still pushes through the thin crust of snow expanding eagerly inside March air clean & treacherous as ice