Category: Poem
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Little Squirrel is Getting Around! đżď¸
My gratitude to Irma Kurti for making this publication of âA Squirrelâs Front Teeth Never Stop Growingâ possible in Quick World News in Kosovo. Run, Little Squirrel, run quickly! The poem is a double haibun. You may have seen it posted on my blog because it won Publication of the…
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Memories of You: Part Two
In Yesterdayâs post, I shared a poem about my sister Martha and a preview to todayâs poem, âMom’s Song and Danceâ. Yesterday I explained my parentsâ emotional anguish over Marthaâs and my decision to move from home into our own apartment. As the oldest girls, Martha and I were heavily…
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Memories of You: Part One
Memories of You For my Sister Martha on her 70th birthdayWhen you were born,I hugged and kissed you.I was two, you,the size of a shoe.We sisters were like twins,both born in August,so like two smarties.we shared our birthday parties.I wished Iâd had my own cake.But for your sake,I held my…
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âThe Bittersweetâ Translated into Italian by Irma Kurti!
I am grateful to Irma Kurti for translating my poem âThe Bittersweetâ into Italian. It appears in International Web Post Journal. The English version follows the Italian. This poem came about after I discovered a leaf clinging to a spider web on a bush near my front door. I filmed…
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Woman
This poem is in my first poetry book, Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir. Woman for Mom Woman, how you portray your complex essence and ambiguity.You are a study of lightcast on the walls of your Self. Shadows border your brilliance.Your portrait is askew with flavorsthat you offer to guests enamored…
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Poems for Emily Dickinson
This post is late. I should have put it up on the anniversary of Emily Dickinsonâs death on May 15. She passed that day in 1886 (55 years old). I wrote the poems while attending an online Tell It Slant Poetry Festival, which is sponsored by the Emily Dickinson Museum…
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An Ode to My Knees, Whom I Named Tina and Cher, on May 24, 2023
Itâs been a couple of years since my left knee replacement. A healer once told me that I needed to properly grieve the loss of my old joint and introduce the new joint to its partner. Apparently, when I had my right hip replacement, my left hip was confused, so…
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Box Turtle: A haibun
Box Turtle When the trees were young and the sun high, we had a small garden, lush with tomatoes we shared with a box turtle that would chomp on the fallen fruit. Or did my husband pick the ripe ones just for her? Her beautiful shell, the intricate patternsâdid they…
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The Wetlands
My husband and I love to take country drives, especially to Eagle Bluffs, a local wetlands on the Missouri River. Along the way and throughout the wetlands, we have taken to counting the deer. We love sing the fawns and occasional buck. Last year we saw several bucks, even in…
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Barbâs Wordy Blurbs: Me a Guest Judge for Collaborature?!
I’m grateful to Melissa Lemay, founder of and editor for Collaborature, for inviting me to be the guest judge for the month of April. I read each entry several times and appreciated the opportunity to judge each and every one. I selected an ekphrastic poem “Unstrung” by Mary Stebbins Taitt…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 