I'm happy to share that my pandemic-practice poem "In the Shadows" is posted today at Writing in a Woman's Voice. ...

It’s been a while since a new poem found me. And this haibun feels quite different from the poems I’ve been posting in recent weeks....

Grateful for a lovely feature this morning: https://jamarattigan.com/2020/10/02/penny-harter-on-a-prayer-the-body-makes-and-writing-durin...

Though autumn has brought me both illness and loss over the years, it is still my favorite season. I can’t wait for the brilliance of the...

On my frequent rides out along nearby country roads, I think I learn from all the fellow creatures I see. Yesterday brought wild turkeys,...

Thin Places Moments, locations, within or without the confines of flesh and spirit, thin places call us, whisper memories we can barely...

Finally, a new poem—this Labor Day weekend haibun. Culling Clothes Day after day, I’ve been promising myself that I would get to sorting...

This poem was written late today in response to a photograph, “Early Morning Clouds in Water,” a picture prompt posted earlier by...

I'm posting this haibun out of chronological order. I wrote it early in the pandemic time but didn't post it then. It will be published...

Thanks to Tom Clausen for posting his morning photos and their accompanying text. The closing stanzas of Mary Oliver’s poem “Leaves and...

Yesterday afternoon when I cut open an avocado, I cut right through the pit, exposing its contents. This pit was not healthy, although...

This morning’s poem comes from memories of childhood summers. I wish I could go on a vacation this summer, but it’s not a good idea right...

After meeting a baby rabbit on the path, this new poem found me last night. When we’re open, to “seeing”, almost any moment can blossom....

Dog Days: the sultry part of the summer, supposed to occur during the period that Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as the...

I haven’t written a new poem for almost a week now. The very hot and humid spell that we’ve been having here in South Jersey has been...

Thanks to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for this morning’s beautiful reading of Neruda’s poem “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines”,...

After a few days off, another new poem: On this afternoon’s ride I decide to turn off on a dirt road that looks inviting, seeking the...

[7/13/20] Tropical storm Fay just swept up the East Coast, briefly pummeling the community where I live, about one-half hour inland from...

As probably more than a few of us have, I’ve become much more of a bird-watcher these pandemic days. Hence, the following poem, triggered...

The more quarantine days that pass, the more we are becoming unknown species to one another, especially now in these days of little...