Published inWhere My Poems Go·PinnedWhere My Poems Go Has News!Hello, readers and followers of Where My Poems Go! This little publication, which is now nearly eighteen months old, has always been a little corner of space where I can share my poetry with you, and for that, I am enormously grateful. But I have some extra news to share…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inWhere My Poems Go·Oct 29, 2020Member-onlyRememberRemember when we laughed in waves that started with our toes and scrambled higher to our bellies and still rosePoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inP.S. I Love You·Oct 25, 2020Member-onlyBetween the Petals of an AfternoonPoetry Sunday — Love1 min readLove1 min read
Published inScribe·Oct 23, 2020Member-onlyEmbarkationWhen love writes itself upon the empty pagePoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inFrazzled·Oct 20, 2020Member-onlyMath Problems for ToddlersOne is the tantrum-iest number — 1.) If Teddy wipes boogers on 548 different surfaces inside the house, how many Clorox wipes will his mommy need to sacrifice to kill all the germs? 2.) Sierra has five hotdogs. She gives one to her little brother as a bribe to keep quiet about who gave the dog…Humor2 min readHumor2 min read
Published inWhere My Poems Go·Oct 16, 2020Member-onlyWatchingI am watching for the day my eyes are lighter than my heartPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inWhere My Poems Go·Oct 10, 2020Member-onlyConfessionThere is no marrow in my bones. I have a stomach filled with stonesPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Haven·Oct 7, 2020Member-onlyThings Besides Toilets That Should Be AutomaticTerror, terror everywhere! — So you’re using the public bathroom, already scared out of your wits because there could be COVID germs in addition to all the regular germs when suddenly BLAMO! The toilet flushes at a velocity that would put Niagra Falls during the spring melt to shame. …Humor2 min readHumor2 min read
Published inScribe·Oct 4, 2020Member-onlyShared AccommodationI seek you in valleys ripe with fear and overspilling with secrets.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inWhere My Poems Go·Oct 1, 2020Member-onlyThings That Are Not For SaleA list poem — The memory of the day I cracked my face against the crisp ice and my grandfather, aged eighty-two, rose up laughing and helped me drag the toboggan back uphill for another frigid run. The first time I breathed in the blessed notes of Notre Dame cathedral and crept reverently into…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
