If I sent you a postcard
from the Tuileries
a real old-fashioned lick-stamp affair. . . .
Category Archives: poetry
Ode, to Coffee
Oh hallowed nectar, rich and capped in white!
Strongest cup of daily refuge. . . .
First Black-Out Poetry Poem
the room, well-dressed with
meticulously
tall, thin, angular
eyes like a thunderbird
Morning Observations
The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings
Evening, after the rain
The backyard glows
like an emerald, the leaves are
gemstones
The Poetry Patio 