Fragments

I call these short poems "Fragments" because they are pieces from other places -- comments I've left at places or just some doodlings.

Inside Out

She stares at white paper,

unsure, a bit tentative

at first. And then she finds,

or stumbles upon,

a stone to cross,

a stone to turn

inside out.

On Notice of “To Be Published”

These words from stones,
from a life lived,
from bits of data
infinitesimally small,
to pages shed by woods,
cycled and recycled to use
for beauty,
encouragement,
inspiration;
to help us see
what is there
and to savor the life
of the
infinitesimally
large.

Pieces

The pieces are souls;
the shards, hearts.
The inside story begins
with a blue mist,
but warm.

Spin Top

I once knew a man who
had a spin top like
the one the woman had in
her closet with a
window and
he loved it.

The Poetry Editor

I have good
friends, who
tweetly
alliterate and
alliterately
tweet. I
only collect the
tweets and
see what hatches.

Photograph by Nancy Rosback at Poems and Prayers. Used with permission.