Ode to Paper Cranes  

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Ode to Paper Cranes     Sadako Sasaki, age two when the bomb fell on Hiroshima, became ill with leukemia ten years later. She folded 644 paper cranes. Japanese legendsays fold a thousandpaper cranesyour heart’s wishwill be granted My...

Night Music

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Night Music The sky’s alive with you.  Millionsof warblers, finches, kinglets flyinto clouds that cover the moonand cross the strand of Milky Way. Scientists count you, record your migrationand calls far above my bed and pillows.You cross...

Tumbling

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Tumbling I was tumbling. I was swirling like a leaf, aimlessly drifting after falling from its home. My thoughts stopped; taillights up ahead caused my right foot to jerk left and apply furious pressure to the brake. I laughed because I...

The Horizon

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD The Horizon ​   A poem offered for these troubling times. The Horizon Above the darkness ofpresent realitycovers me likea cold blanketMy steps are slowand sad But as I look towardan edge of lightthere comes a kind ofinvitation:“Walk...

A Good Question

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD A Good Question The other day my sweet, wonderful daughter sighed, ‘Mom, I spend so much time learning how to relate to neuro typical people. How come they don’t spend time learning how to relate to me?’ Good question. A neuro typical...