Poetry Laurels

It is that time of the year again. Christmas. The stack of cards waits for my pen and a moment of stillness. Maybe an afternoon on the sunny...

I spent the morning taking pictures of liquid amber leaves and all sorts of other colorful tree leaves or petals that shone in the sun. I lo...

I went to Paris in September, came back changed in October. An astounding city, full of history and charm. My purpose was to talk about Mari...

I have written a lot about death and sorrow - too many poems, I think. It is what I lived through, not just the death of the loved ones, the...

The curiosity about Chopin's death appears almost morbid today, when the cult of fitness and health has placed all disabled and sick on ...

One of the poetry groups I love spending my time with, Westside Women Writers, had a scheduled meeting today, the last Saturday of September...

When you are tired and have a headache - write a poem. When you are happy you do not know what to do with yourself - write another poem. Whe...