Project Type: Poetry

I like to write poems from time to time. And sometimes I’ll share them.

  • A letter to my grandmother, found in her desk.

      A pantoum. I’m getting along as well as can be expected. It was such an awful shock to me. Charlie went so sudden. He had been feeling fine. It was such an awful shock to me. He went out that morning at 5:30 to sweep snow. He had been feeling fine. It was two…

  • The Gold Locket

    There is a nick on your chin From when you shaved your winter beard. The blood congealed into a scab That will heal into a scar. Your smooth skin makes me Imagine  you as a boy on the playground And I wonder What  you were like then. I think of myself as a shy little…

  • Forest Girl

    There once was a girl from Orygun Whose head would at times come undone. Then a hollow container Made her a light painter And now she always has fun.

  • Eating Raspberries On A Summer Day.

    I hide in your branches In my reverie. Around me the sun blankets As I eat your raspberries. In my mind I cleverly Dream up stories. I am enjoying this revelry. I have no worries. Then it’s five-thirty; Time for supper. And in a flurry I rush to my mother. Oh the joys of afternoon During the carefree days of June.

  • Snowstorm In March. A Concrete Poem.