- - Diane Wakoski preparing to read poetry at The Scarab Club In Michigan in June we see lots of June beetles banging against lighte...

 - - Bonfirebird We circle ‘round a bonfire at midnight. The fire is warm, and dangerous. We can’t turn our faces away from its seductio...

- - Maybe it's because of National Poetry Month that I've been reflecting a lot on why I write poems. This blog has changed dramat...

- - Acrobat I have nowhere to put my arms away for the night and so I avoid taking them off, which only causes more problems. Lying ...

- - Hitting the Mark "My barn having burned to the ground, I can see the moon."       ~ old Chinese proverb In the whole big fi...

- - “the dreams that you dare to dream” goes the song about somewhere far enough away to be uncompromised, yet for a few minutes a d...

- - little tree for my newborn grandson, James (I cannot speak this directly to him. It must be in the second person. What would happen...

- - What I want is not the turkey on the platter, which seems too big for the spot where Grandma is placing it. And how is she carrying it ...

- - I am interested in how openly we share intimate stories of cancer, lupus, stroke, heart attack, and other physical maladies, but we are ...

- -   Our days run on in mundane, ordinary echoes of each other. But think of honey from the tessellations of a honeycomb. Consider the p...

- - As Winter gets ready to hook her come-hither finger around the neck of the sun, our inner rooms begin to come alive with the warm glow ...