For Zarli

I'm very, very pleased to announce the online publication of another one of my original poems by Mothering Magazine. You can read it online here.

Rereading Frost by Linda Pastan

Inspired by Cousin Suzanne, I’m participating in my first Poetry Friday. This poem rekindled my inspiration for writing a few years ago, and I still always keep it handy, just in case.

Rereading Frost

by Linda Pastan

Sometimes I think all the best poem

have been written already,

and no one has time to read them,

so why try to write more?

At other times though,

I remember how one flower

in a meadow already full of flowers

somehow adds to the general fireworks effect

as you get to the top of a hill

in Colorado, say, in high summer

and just look down at all that brimming color.

I also try to convince myself

that the smallest note of the smallest

instrument in the band,

the triangle for instance,

is important to the conductor

who stands there, pointing his finger

in the direction of the percussions,

demanding that one silvery ping.

And I decide not to stop trying,

at least not for a while, though in truth

I’d rather just sit here reading

how someone else has been acquainted

with the night already, and perfectly.

evangeline's refrigerator magnet poem

mother and girl dream of elaborate gorgeous luscious whisper
on summer gardens love I like a lovely spring moment
beneath still blue music