Category Archives: poetry

That time my neighbor brought me corn


Back in October I announced that one of my poems had been accepted for publication. I’m happy to say that the poem is now live at Foundling Review, a wonderful online literary journal. I hope you’ll check out my poem, “The neighbor who brought me corn,” as well as the other great writing in the March issue.


All sides of beauty


Here we are, mid-October, and it’s supposed to get to 80 degrees this week. I walked by a neighbor yesterday who said she’d like it to stay this way all through the winter. Yikes! Come, fall, bring me your chilly, sunshine-y days, your rain, and your colorful crunchy-ness.


My Grass

My landlord has asked

if I could remove the grass

that grows around my garden plot

with a stirrup hoe. And although

it’s a reasonable request,

I wonder what would happen

if I just let the grass grow. If I didn’t

play perfect for once,

and threw seeds of caution to the wind,

where they would scatter and land

anywhere else but in

my garden plot. In my

imperfect garden,

tall grass could grow alongside

rainbow chard, and red veined spinach,

and bright orange nasturtium,

and it wouldn’t matter

if no one else believed

it belonged there,

as long as I did. When the rain

comes and drenches my imperfect garden,

I know I will be tempted

to pull the grass out, it would be

so easy,

I wouldn’t even need a stirrup hoe,

just plunge my fingers

in the mud and pull. But I hope

when that time comes,

I would stay faithful to my garden,

and watch the rain fall

from my kitchen window,

thankful for dry, warm hands and

watered grass. After all

a weed,

is only a weed,

because someone else says it is.


I wanted this to have breaks between stanzas, but WordPress wouldn’t let me. I kinda like how it turned it anyway.

Time to wake up


In light of my recent news, I’ve decided to share a poem with you this morning. If you’ve read the little description on my side bar, then you know that this is one of those “brave moments” of mine.


Only this Moment

Most mornings you are hot and ready for me,
but this morning,
you make me wait.

I lie eagerly in bed,
as you prepare yourself
in the kitchen,
listening to your soft whistling
that is growing louder, more determined.

I can smell your sweet, toasted skin,
perfected by slow, steady hours
in the sun,
and I wonder how you will dress for me,
in porcelain
or pottery.

you enter my room,
and I tip you into my mouth,
your smooth, dark, malty goodness
sliding over my tongue,
waking me up
with each
and every

Now that’s a great cup of coffee.


If you haven’t already, pour yourself a (a)rousing cup of coffee and have a most wonderful Monday!

A small writer’s joy

GCI was already in bed last night when I opened my email from my phone and got the most exciting news ever: a poem of mine has been accepted for publication! Eee! This will be my first published poem, which shocked my pants off because a) poetry isn’t what I tend to write and b) it’s the first piece of my writing I’ve ever submitted anywhere and c) IT GOT ACCEPTED! I’ve been told it will take about 3 months before it goes live, so I’ll keep you all posted! In the meantime, check out the fantastic fiction and poetry from other writers at Foundling Review, where my poem will be featured. Their new issue just came out.