Poetry

Poetry is not just the core of my writing, but its channel as well. The poetic effort to describe emotions and events in the most direct and vivid way led me to writing for the theatre and for children.

To read some of my work, you can click on the names of the poems in the top of the sidebar to the right of this text–”Gingersnaps,” “Husbandry,” “Margaritas,” “Offered Images,” “To My Husband Away on Business” (which I’m reading in the above video and is in full below), “To the Person Who Washes My Body at Death,” and “What You Will Believe.” Thanks so much for stopping by. I hope you enjoy the material you have found here!

To My Husband Away on Business

I sit in my red chair under the green lamp

in the yellow room, surrounded by our mingled lives.

Together we arranged the boxed and bottled things,

at least a hundred dishes, nearly twenty feet of music,

our books intershuffled like aces and hearts.

Your gloves and mine nestle in each other’s palms.

You hear this squeaky drawer, the shower sound,

responding birds our dog’s impatient voice:

you, too, saw the sky through the rafters last fall

when the house was re-roofed.

Each June we are together drenched in honeysuckle

This red chair shares your warmth,

and now your hands and voice heartbeat the yellow room.

Beloved, how good of you to come

to prove by this green light:

no time, no space,

just love assuming shapes.

First published in Whiskey Island Magazine

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