Sunday, November 18, 2007

Sweeping Beauty #2

This is the latest piece in a series I am doing...I personally love it...made with a vintage dustpan (that has seen better days), heavy wire and a beautiful multi-colored antique broach. Display your favorite photographs on an interresting conversational piece.

Friday, August 03, 2007


The peaches
are never as sweet
as they were
at Mrs. Hahn’s—
among the scents
of coffee and aged upholstery
and dusty metal blinds
and the black rotary phone—
time knew no time.

The hours passed
with the little old German lady;
both of us
carried away
with TV trays and coffee nips—
she in her flowered shift
and I, in my summer youth
and the perfectly ripened peaches
on a little brown shelf.

Convenience Store Poet

My husband says I am his convenience store poet...not a derogatory term really. He likes my poetry because it is usually short and he says he gets his quick fix that and out in a jiff and time to contemplate a little afterwards.
I don't think I really consider myself a poet. I feel like I'm just a dabbler compared to so many others that I read, but then again, don't "they" say that you shouldn't compare yourself to others? Who is "they" anyway? I picture a tall futuristic and reflective building in a huge city somewhere with Large Black Letters that say, "THEY."

Thursday, July 19, 2007


This is a short poem I wrote from a word prompt from Poetry Thursday...

elongated face
in the chrome reflection
of the kitchen faucet--
dishes again,
like a million times before
I practice my religion
of housework
and unholy laundry
and again
the dishes
and my distorted face
in the chrome.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Fairest One

I revised this mirror a little bit...I added "Fairest One". I should be sure I am finished before I post!

Friday, March 09, 2007

For Kelly

I can see now
beyond the constraints of myself;
the potential
I always knew i had
but never allowed
out to play in the light
of my spirit.
"Own it," she said.
"Own it."
My sister sunshine
you have given me
so much.