Summer Thistles ( start at 20:45) Planted Poetry, July 28, 2023
Reflection (start at 18:47) Planet Poetry, April, 28, 2023
Becomes Lilac, Mauve and Gold in Four Tulips Spring 2025
A Duck's Back in The Stafford Challenge 2024-25 Anthology Spring 2025
Hiding Light in Alaska Women Speak Spring 2025
A Breeze from Nowhere, Morning Comes and Your Name is Spring in Poems that Flow Through Us, Collection #6
Rain Drops in Alaska Women Speak Fall 2024
Sand Dollar in 2024 Poetry Marathon Anthology (forthcoming)
I Choose Alaska in Alaska Women Speak Winter 2024
Frosty Night in Lombari Voices Volume 21 Winter 2024
Waters Unknown to Most, Merry-Go-Round, Fly Away, and Along the Trail in Alaska Women Speak Summer 2024
Dandelion Curse in Litmora Literary Magazine Spring 2024
Summer Thistles and Slow Down in Lombardi Voices Volume 20 – Spring 2024
I'm Sorry in Alaska Women Speak Winter 2023
Popcorn Man in Five Minute Lit Summer 2024
The 2024 Poetry Marathon was held June 15, 2024. Over 600 participated in either the 12 or 24 hour marathon by writing a one poem every hour. Prompts were provided.
magic hour
sunset over a marsh
a loon’s call
repurposed school bus
a child’s laughter still echoes
memories never lost
world traveler returns
time moved forward relentlessly
life’s upside down
winter snows
covering the lover’s bench
rocky outcroppings
ocean wave
just a wall drawing any yet,
is there more
yellow leaves falling
collecting windshields signal
autumn’s approach
empty hallways
doors and windows closed
loneliness lurks here
a bird in a cage
is it more imprisoned
than the watcher
ghosts of past lives
stand on the lonely hillside
each other’s company
shadows appear across
green fields of spring grasses
do earthworms miss the sun
all’s right with the world
when the sleeping cat yawns
everyone can rest
words can hurt or heal
let my words be healing ones
cut out to be saved forever
sand dollar on the beach
can I take you home with me
the scent of sea, a memory
butterfly, butterfly
sipping nectar in my garden
flap your wings, launch tornadoes
winter sun on bare limbs
tightly closed buds waiting
waiting for spring escape
midnight blackness, a distant globe
so close you seem, I reach out
to touch man’s first step to the stars