Poetry

  “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver   You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a …

Today, you grant my wish Oh Judge of my quarrels. We sway as graceful fish. Air filled mountain laurels.   Together, we swoon about Both …

It was ten years into my life when I had my first obsession. I triumphed in the grand prize drawing at a crowded neighborhood pool party. …