I’ve always struggled to write and read poetry, but I’ve recently found it’s nice to challenge myself to fit the form sometimes.
Oh sweet Calliope, why do you withdraw?Demurely you beckon from a warmer shore:While I stand in the frozen forest and wait for the thaw,Helplessly I watch the fog obscure the one I adore;The music of your lyre swims in my head,I’m entranced and inspired but the story won’t come,If I jump in and swim to … More Sonnet #3 – Writer’s Block
Summer snaps without warning, the wind has a bite, Women mounted on brooms are all taking flight. Black cats hiss and howl, run around in a craze, Bats flap in the dark through forests ablaze, Milky roiling fog closes in on the night. The belladonna is blooming, so is wolfsbane, Overhead the moon shines through … More Halloween
Everyday I go to work at the library, Day-to-day our patrons always vary. Along comes this stranger, I didn’t sense danger: But nevertheless, I thought to be wary. It started out innocently enough: He asked about my hair and how I got it to fluff. “I can’t use products; it’s not manly,” he said. “No one cares what … More No Thanks, I’m Married
Cleveland Museum of Art, how shall I describe thee? With your sweeping atrium and objects so divine, Wandering through your galleries, I fill with glee: Though the art belongs to everyone, I feel you are mine. Traveling through the ancient world: we roam. Stumbling out of Africa, the Python Slayer waits. Up marble stairs, deep breath, the Baroque … More Sonnet #2 – Art Museum
About women what can be said? They persist and resist, Thriving in this atmosphere of dread. Looking skyward she raises her fist: “We are not going away!” Determined and angry, beautiful and proud, Women march together today, They will not be cowed. A vagina or uterus does not a woman make: A brain, a passion, … More Sonnet #1 – About Women
The Ohioan 