Category Archives: Madrona Grove

Event: Three Poetry Host

  You’re invited… My new poetry book, Odd Little Things, will officially launch September 6, 2014 at Village Books, 4-5:00.  Please join me and my two poet-sisters, Carla Shafer and Erica Reed as we share our poetry.  Books will be  available for purchase and sign at the event. Three’s COMPANY I asked Carla and EricaContinueContinue reading “Event: Three Poetry Host”

Poem: Grasp

                  Mist disappears into clear air Turns into the space between us We once were something no one could hold All could see, none would breathe It was an occurrence that clings under limbs We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine Reach for yesterdays fogContinueContinue reading “Poem: Grasp”

Poem: Introduction to Discovery

  You touched me You touched me  the way I wanted you to The way I wished you would You read my mind, —And you touched me   Your fingers moved along the ridges of my galaxy in search of the ignition: old crate of dynamite hidden in the shed sweats with glycerin delicate to movement so my loveContinueContinue reading “Poem: Introduction to Discovery”

Poem: The Reach

  Clings to a rock Root suckles at soil Leaf stretches for warmth. Where moss can grow Footholds of green Press on gray. Love’s caress breathes your scent Stuck to you as bark along the branch. Wood, too wet to burn Smokes out the flies —Noisy pests that seek blood. *** *inspired by trees growingContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Reach”

Little Words

This morning I am thinking about a friend I use to know, when I lived in a different town.  I’ll call her “N”.  N has brain damage caused by an accident and a stroke.  I do not know how or when she got it; I never asked.  N has a speech tick, which means sheContinueContinue reading “Little Words”

Dive

Walking along the pier, right at the elbow that bends up towards Fairhaven, I notice a shy heron walking deliberately among the pilings.  It’s twin legs and long neck hide the bird as it rests near the jagged grey-brown grain of whole trees, de-barked and weathered.  Only when the heron gracefully kissed the water forContinueContinue reading “Dive”

Dream: The Petals

It all started with a bouquet of flowers.  Left on the circle table in the center of my new apartment positioned gracefully in a heavy crystal vase, a hand-me-down from my mother.  Multi-colored assorted.  They brightened the room and matched my shower curtain, and the bedspreads. The second Monday morning, in my new apartment, theContinueContinue reading “Dream: The Petals”

Maggie the Ghost

Have you ever worked with a ghost? One summer, I worked on a Washington island as a housekeeper at a large inn that is playfully haunted by “Maggie”.  My encounters with the ghost were so gentle, she is an inspiration for my book scheduled to be released 2015. The Inn wasn’t very old.  You’d expect aContinueContinue reading “Maggie the Ghost”

Guest Poet: Denise duMaurier

SnowdropA daystar opened in my row of dead leaves pallid from the wind a golden center ready for the slug that finds it blind and eats it whole. Feet that feel no miracles will stomp on it thinking it a weed in the way of clearing fallen bark and broken twigs that quit the tree.ContinueContinue reading “Guest Poet: Denise duMaurier”