Here is sampling of my writing.
Memoir
Strawberry Fields Forever?

By the Pond

A Shared Name, an Unshared Life

Manifestations From the Pond

Settlers’ Effects

Poetry
Morning in March
When sleep will not stretch
‘til morning, I slip downstairs
and wait for dawn to drift over
the horizon.
As usual, the cats are up,
wanting to be fed, while the dog snores
in his crate, even when I open the door.
He’s old and...continue reading..
November Windows
A pale November sun
spotlights four windows
that frame tableaus
and buoy my heart now
chilled by days of grey
and degrees plunging
downwards towards months
of icy wind and snow.
Outside the patio window,
a woodpecker hops sideways,
feet gripping rough bark,
its white breast...continue reading..
Letting Go the Garden

Goodbye, good riddance!
I’ve tended you long enough.
My patience is worn thin,
like your scraggly cucumber vines
and withered onion stalks.
Can’t you hear the jays screech
my aggravation while goldfinch
flit behind my back and empty
each and every sunflower?
Better they devoured
your...continue reading..
Meteorite
(A Poem for a Sister Who Left Too Soon)
Last summer, hour after hour,
you milked the currants
from their slender stems
and stained your fingers red.
Some fell into your lap,
small round berries,
reflecting radiation
aimed hot, months before,
at the meteorite that
crashed...continue reading..
No Language for Lost Limbs
Old sugar maples edge the road
with power lines parting branches,
and trunks baring scars of lost limbs,
victims of storms and chainsaws
that feared wind and black-outs.
The ‘b’ is silent, I tell the children.
“Cross it out. Don’t say the sound.”
They nod...continue reading..
Uplift
Beyond the kitchen window,
a western sky darkens to dusk.
My nose drips raw into
a sink of soapy water and
a day of dirty dishes.
Gloom settles on my shoulders
like a suffocating cloak,
a black hole swallowing light.
From the pond, out of...continue reading..