The Ides of March and now everyday stretches innumerably before  and war time jargon fits ,, I hate this frontline talk because (all my loved ones are in hotspots and my son is on the frontline 10-12 hours a day )  ALSO I ran from gun metal skies carrying shrapnel …I lived in the most…

Cut daffodils Easy sacrifices for our table Paper thin delicacies Sweet as amaretto shots In this fleeting Russian Orthodox Day The JESUS prayer intoned Too late Juxtaposition of light & shadow Fall on these words Exquisite light The sun she welcomes us, Slavic survivors of wars And winter We all gasp at her Power and…

And it seems so strange that you can still find so much time for hatred, when life is just a drop between the minute-this one beating the other. we collect flowers and do not smile, we who die so quickly. “ A message from Marinela Vargas Chacin asking for our help from Peru. ‘If you…

I’ve done things and said things That haven’t always been in my interest I’ve said yes to people and places When my heart wasn’t in it. I hid the truth from my eyes So they couldn’t see That my words and my truth did not agree I did it for them, or so I thought…

This is a poem is about my mom Waltraud who is in the beginning stages of dementia/depression I Walk In The Door With My Head Held Up High This Woman I See A Reflection Of Me I Know Of Her Struggles For I Lived Them Too You Say You Have Failed Us But This Is…

Robin moved and started a new job in Pennsylvania two weeks before the lockdown. This is inspired by a morning walk. Gracious, tolerant, gentle and kind. The favorable qualities we attribute to ourselves until an unfavorable post on social media breaks through our façade. Today, I acknowledge my own shortcomings and realize being higher on…

We are I am You are. This is the place. And I am here. You are here too. I am she. You are you. We don’t know where we are. Or who we are. We are lost. We need to find Myrna because she knows. Everything.

Sitting on my front porch knitting, My slowly dying dog is calmly sunning in between occasional terror-like wakings, not your kind of night terror I’m assuming. Next to me, on the bench, your voice is harmonically chanting, indeed that British accent is enchanting: through my computer, lovely poems, oh many lush stories you are trailing…

Dream town is the place to be anything you want to see just close your eyes and follow me to Dream Town! Images come and go with lights dancing to and fro sleep it’s such a great release cause fun at Dream Town will never cease! What you think about in your bed in Dream…

Said Hamlet to Ophelia ‘I’ll do a sketch of thee. What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?’