Maybe I'll use this ol' (1983) woodsy pic of me
on the jacket of my next book of woodsy ol' poems
Like some of these . . .
One of my favorite poems of the last few years is
My Drug of Choice is the Moon
A true story about a real dog
As a child I really never saw
Winter affects us in different ways
Good Job, God
I was living in the mountains outside Boise, when one night
Jupiter Was So Loud, He Woke Me Up
Take my Advice -- I'm not using it
Does it matter if you have something to say if no one wants to hear you?
Value yourself in age, wisdom, and continuing Vitality
A friend told me this story as we talked about the idea of "the inner child"
And this poem describes a healing meditation
The Wizard Rescues The Enchanted Child
Writing helped me while I was trying to understand my son's death
At the Casket of My Son
And who can understand the power of Nature?
Ten years after the eruption, I visited
Mount Saint Helen's
My granddaughter keeps things simple
Karin's Dream Shirts
This one wrote itself when I thought I'd finally learned
Drying Off Again
Why I didn't help with the PNWCNA XXI -
Why I Resign: The Feeder
I dreamt I found the Moon in the garbage
Wrapped in Newspaper, The Moon
This story is loosely based on a childhood memory
Father's Day Picnic, 1952
an essay that tries to sum up my life: Inner Peace
and my novel about a little girl who gets therapy when she's 11 instead of 40.
(careful ... it's a big file)
Now you do it ...
Write a poem, a story, an essay, a novel, a resume ....
Or me ... write me ... a poem, a story, an essay
... a love letter ...