Seventy-Five Years After
Her name was Hideko and she was ten when we dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. She said she was the...
Key to My Heart
Today I offer thanks for my son David, who has the key to my heart. My current gratitude is for...
Her Mantle of Sky
All night she was a steady lover focused and devoted, but now it’s her invisible fingers of mist draw me...
Dressed in All My Decades
Here’s a recording of one from my brand new collection, Poems for Flourishing. The poem is called Dressed in All My Decades,...
