Squawk!

Happy Valley- a poet walks among you!  She walks down the middle of your streets in search of a coffee house that opens at 7—preferably one that has blueberry scones… Last few weeks my inner dialogue seems to have a Wheeling Virginian cigar hanging out the corner of its mouth, almost as if I amContinueContinue reading “Squawk!”

Poetry: Leaf Tattoo

LEAF TATTOOCan you feel itIn my cityThe changing airas wind folds in  fall’s cool weather.Orange leaves land onthe sidewalks of Holly Street.No worms to dance them back to soil.Cement laden, laid upon the roadside in random patternsleave a tattoo, imprint to the stone.Five pointed star, a Tree Hand pressed by feet and rainbleed the orange ink for allContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Leaf Tattoo”