Contempo Cowgirl of the Heart
Oh give me a home Where my heart longs to roam, Where I’m on a horse all of the day, Where COVID is past And we’re stable at last And my Muses can artfully play. Home, home on the range…
The Sand
I ambled down a beach Where warmth embraced my feet At every step. Invited by the sand I sat Near lapping water’s waves. I cupped my palms To ladle up some sand And turned my wrists To let it run…
this is for you
I have something to share with you. Did you ever listen to the words of the dirty-clean smell on an about to be rainyday? on that day, I open the window because the wind is trying to tell me (it’s…
Made of These
Of tinfoil pinpoint stars In blackest infinight Am I made. Of remotest snow-capped Echoing silence mountain heights In azure sunshine day Am I made. Of coming summer storms And putting the bikes away Am I made. Of winter Am I…
Scuba Gear Coronavirus Fantasy Blues
I looked for a place where coronavirus just couldn’t get to me. Like, I needed a place where coronavirus’d never get to me. So I bought scuba gear and I’m headed for Atlantis in the sea. Well I got me…
Lesson From A Tot
I don’t remember the time or place – grad school class? conference on family therapy? – but the speaker’s words echo on: “Human beings don’t like to say no to an honest need.” The who, where and when have evanesced…
Bless This Home
O Beings of Light and Mystery, thank you for a new home of safety and simplicity. Grant that in this sun-filled space I am daily mindful of your Presence. May I write poems that please you, play songs that honor…
Wackie Pome For When You Fele Blu
0nce in a wile life reelly sucks and a day or pandemick just reelly f—–s but soon as yu nede it our hugs come rite thru with a wackified verse ritten solely 4 yu yu kno that yur hartache is…
Family Alchemy
Philosopher’s stone and elixirs of life Were desired in past Middle Ages. Past middle age, a Chapman-blessed wife, I longed only for wisdom of sages. Evolving through chemistry, wedding and birth A family must contrasts enfold, Embracing new members for…
Somewhere Under the Rainbow
The strange Muse for the poem below was the swirling turmoil in our nation: police brutality, racial and gender injustice, purging Confederate monuments, global climate change, social distancing — all seem to be at a boiling point in the midst…
