Dec 31, 2018Climbing UpwardOn my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...
Dec 24, 2018TreesHow any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...
Dec 17, 2018Looking for ChristmasRain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...
Dec 10, 2018Lee’s Heart4:00 p.m. It’s Friday, December 7th. I’m on time at Curious Craftsman, a shop in Norfork, Arkansas, ready to sign books for four hours....
Dec 3, 2018Heavy WindSaturday morning. Skies are clear. An hour after awakening, my husband shows me the two tall pines we lost in the night. One lays toppled...