“Poet” is an important claiming for me, particularly since 2018. It’s something I do (write, share, publish). It’s something I be (can’t help but think with a prosed heart and desire).
I’ve published two collections of poetry. Most Mornings (CentreSpoke 2022) is my most recent. I love sharing some of the inspiration that went with each poem. A Cadence of Despair: Poems and Reflections on Heartbreak, Loss and Renewal (CentreSpoke 2020) was also important to me but in a very different way than it was for Most Morning. I offered some of my journey with despair, sometimes crafted into words, and sometimes clunked into words, knowing that many people were seeking such learning.
A few of my poems are listed / linked below. However, if you click here, the magic of WordPress Categories brings up more of my recent poems. Thx for perusing and offering reflections.
Invitations from Crocus (March 2023) — I love the invitation of Spring that comes with Crocus, the first of the flowering bulbs in my Utah yard.
What of the Loudness (March 2023) — I think I’m perpetually endeavoring to ground my relationships with inner and outer.
Have Courage (February 2023) — Guidance systems matter to me. Every now and then, a few simple sentences arrive as such (inspired by Pema Chodron’s book, Living Beautifully.
Courage and Toleration (January 2023) — Speaks to the desire and need for hearing and responding to life calling.
Levels of Joy
Integrate the Remnants (2021) — A collage published in The Journal of Creative Aging (p 30), with extra thanks to friend and colleague Katharine Weinmann.
Belonging is Biological (2020) — A few musings prosed to the irrepressibleness of belonging.
A Poem of Appreciation (2020) — I had recently returned from a trip to see my daughter and son in law, and was feeling grateful for connection.
Toward Pheasant Brook (2020) — It was one of those days when I really appreciated some unquarantined time.
Each Day: A Poem of Witness (2020) — Some sense making, and grief that comes with CoVid times.
Goodbye Son (2017) — A poem I wrote earlier this year, from a tender moment of saying goodbye.
Time and Time Again (2017). I have an ongoing relationship with time. I love the buzz of being able to be quick. I also am deeply troubled by it when speed and efficiency is all that there is, or all that we expect together. I wrote this poem one morning trying to shake things up.
I Want to Hear Our Voices (2014) — I wrote this one morning as I woke from a dream. It is a yearning that I hear in many men and in men’s work that comes from a place beneath the calcified surface.
The Bonneville Shoreline (2010) — This poem came from a hike I took near where I live. It was late evening. The sun was setting. I was looking over the valley that once would have been the Bonneville Sea, yet now is the urban area in which I live. I was reflecting on how things change.
I also often use poems by others. For the same purposes — to inspire, to bring depth and play. I haven’t curated these, but if you use the Search Feature on this site to search by poet name, you might find a few that your are looking for and that have moved me.