Category poetry

Ode to Roser

secret hills of st. pete full of ferns so alive and a long creek that teases me- too shallow for a dive. speedy minnows, tiny fish if they jump- make a wish! little flowers dot the pathways without me here, they would thrive. there were manatees the other day last month, otters with my dad. […]

the birds and the bees

today is a day for watching cardinals in the trees~on the feeder~through the breeze you wouldn’t believe me if i told you above the sky beneath the water i’m someone’s daughter but you never sought her constantly fighting the urge to submerge in all that you purge–but i cannot resist, you kill me with your […]