Poems

Gratitude   Do you ever talk to your computer? I do Not every day, but…

The latke and the hamantash went for a walk on a beautiful morning in spring…

Sunset Walk (for Danielle) After a chaotic day inside we take a long sunset walk…

Ghost Stories   The best thing about a ghost biscuit Is the hint of its…

Bayport 1-1859   The house looks a lot smaller now When we lived there It…

Shards    She throws the words down and They scatter on the cold pavement  …

Getting Through the Day   “Courage,” says the bookshelf Shouldering its heavy load of thoughts…

In my mother’s arms I am safe She holds me We look at things  …

Primum non nocere   A body at rest Tends to stay at rest A body…