All by way of saying…
To hear me read this, click below: This poem was published last week in Last Stanza Poetry Journal, a beautiful publication available here: Listen Sharing my home with four-legged Zen masters— liquid beings…
Apple Days
To hear me read this, click here: Don’t groan. There is room for another apple poem. No one is counting how many have been penned, sung, stamped into books and magazines. There is no…
MelindaOctober 2, 2024
The Turning
Gratitude for Autumn Leaves, Walking Today, in my silence, I can hear late September speaking with New England tongues to my open hands. Gratitude blossoms in colors; green and yellow, early russet and flaming orange.…
MelindaSeptember 30, 2024
Eloquence as Legacy
My mother Victoria took prolific notes. Her handwriting was an elegant cursive, quite different from my chicken scratch (that even I have difficulty deciphering sometimes). She penned lovely postcards during her travels. Clever greeting cards…
MelindaJuly 1, 2024
Quiet Dreamy Girl Noises
Silver Linings We are looping familiar ground, the houses predictable, almost dear. Across the way, an imposing home and its four outbuildings spreads along what used to be seven individual yards. The main house seems…
MelindaMay 2, 2024