Long Branch

12 Nov

Robert Pinsky, US poet laureate
said that all of his poems
in one form, or another
are about Long Branch.

The same is true for me.
All of my poems, well
almost all, are about you,
in varying percentages
and, maybe not the you
you think you are
but, the you I see you as
which is a kind you
a noble you, slightly erudite, and fun
the you I have carried with me
all these years
and if you know me
well enough, you could
read any of my poems
and place your finger
right where x marks the spot
every time
and possibly see yourself
as the hidden treasure
that I have always thought you are.

I am not sure I need to apologize
since I didn’t intend it to be this way
there are no secret messages
or hidden agendas
and it often surprises me
as much as it must surprise
and perplex you; I can only say that
something about you stayed with me:
it peeks out from between the sheets
of poems I have scribbled, it has
mixed into my palette of colors,
it has woven itself into this
blanket of words
I sleep with.

I looked up.

I looked up.

Every poet needs a muse, but we don’t necessarily get to choose our muses. I am grateful to have one, though. To be able to draw consistent inspiration from a source removed from my current state and circumstance has enabled me to use my imagination to create instead of wallow. I have several muses, actually, not just one, but the common thread they share is that they help me write boldly, from the heart. That is not an easy thing for me because I am naturally shy, which in the past has inhibited me from doing or saying things that I later wish I had done, or said. The result is very liberating, and it leads me in an upward spiral; it helps me keep a positive outlook on life.

Long Branch, NJ is my hometown.

Messages in Milk

10 Nov

motherhood is a constant state
of feeling overwhelmed, starting
the moment you first latched on.
me, feeling the whoosh whoosh
of milk surging through my breast, your
big eyes rolling back into your head
your fist tight around my finger
my heart about to explode

you drank from me
greedily, yet ironically
the more you took,
the more I had to give
milk leaked out, overflowing
I felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger
if you can imagine him as a nursing mother
in a milk-wet t-shirt, suddenly
my nipples had new meaning

motherhood grabs you by the chest
and pushes you through a door
into a brightly lit room where
you fumble around, temporarily blinded
eventually, familiar shapes emerge
but, not like before, nothing
is like before

i taught myself to discern your cries
though I wonder, did I learn
to simply recognize your unique sound;
or perhaps it was the other way around?
Maybe all that time you suckled
in the crook of my arm, was spent
tuning your ear, learning my songs,
so one day you could sing them back to me

Nursing 40 miles offshore, sailing north

Nursing 40 miles offshore, sailing north

All I Have

28 Oct

Words paint what my eyes perceive
Words sculpt what my heart conceives
Words open doors that have no latch
Words light a fire where there is no match.
Words caress where my hands can’t touch
Words make me rich, while I don’t have much.
Words convey my greatest fears,
Which have to do with keeping friendships dear,
Don’t use them against me, or forget what I say,
And please, don’t take my words away.



25 Oct

It is a wellspring.
Come soak your cloth in
these cool waters.
Wring it out, and lay it
across your forehead.

Come fill your canteen
brimming to overflowing,
and just try to walk away
without splashing any, as you
gingerly savor small sips.

Come dip your paintbrush
disguised as a pen,
come drink your fill
from the dipper, and then
pass it on. It’s a wellspring.


I flew back home to NJ this weekend to go to the Dodge Poetry Festival. It is my first time attending, and I am so glad I was able to come! It is a fantastic event, featuring poets from all walks of life, reading and sharing their poems … It’s extremely inspiring and encouraging, as a poet, to come and listen. It’s only been two days (it’s a FOUR day event!) so far, but I have come away with so much … Check out their website and come! http://www.dodgepoetry.org

News Worthy

22 Oct

Setting: a table
kitchen, cafe, conference room
I’ll lend you my ear
let’s synchronize our lives,
bring each other up
to date with what’s yours
and what’s mine, all
summed up in a stolen
moment of irresistible time
its so good to see
your smiling face, so pull up
a chair, dear friend, for right now
we are home.


Whiling away the early morning hours in Orlando International Airport, I decided to take a crack at today’s prompt over at Dverse Poets Pub. Mary asks us to write a poem about news, could be current events or personal news. What inspired this poem was the idea brought forth in the comments about us all gathering around a sort of international kitchen table each week, sharing our stories through poetry with each other. I am about to embark on a trip to my homeland, and will have the opportunity to briefly reconnect with dear friends, the thought of which warms my heart. Check out some of the other poems written in response to the prompt: www.dversepoets.com


17 Oct

A found poem from Sukkot

follow your heart
I just gotta dance
shofar, so good
stand with Israel
you can’t block my shine




17 Oct

I want to live in Tarrytown,
on the banks of the Hudson.
I’d tarry there, with you,
while the sun shifts
restless, casting long shadows,
ships steaming north,
traffic stacking on the Tappan Zee.

On lingering afternoons we’ll tarry,
mesmerized by diamonds on the river,
kicking our stones downhill, clearing a path,
sharing a soundless conversation
of meaningful looks and glances.

I’d tarry there all day with you,
holding hands while balancing
along the train tracks, then
jumping off and feeling
the Hudson line rumble away,
just to turn, at the right moment, and catch
that twinkle in your eye.


Nautical flags flying.


12 Oct

Poems happen
because words
come flowing, like wine
crushed from my fingers,
your smile, a sunset, promising
tomorrow, a fragrance, phrasing
like music, unplayed
but, a tune I can name
in 5 notes, or less.
Today, like yesterday,
only better.

An invitation, or a command?

An invitation, or a command?

A Walk by the Ocean

27 Sep

Loving you
is a walk by the ocean
your dashing presence
invincible, unconquerable,
whispering me closer
caressing my legs
trying to pull me in
by my feet, but
I dance away, breathless,
knowing what happens
when I lift my skirt
to wade in, and end up

I want to wrap
my arms around you
and carry you home
in brimming buckets
just to feel your coolness
awaken my skin
each morning, and taste
your saltiness that keeps me
ever thirsty, but you
are a mighty ocean
that my fingers can’t hold
so I walk along, careful
to not be swept away.

Loving you
is a walk along the ocean
you fill my mind,
my lungs, and yes, my heart.
But, though I may dive in
for a temporary frolic
I’m just a girl
who loves the ocean,
understanding that
we are forever,


This is as close as it will get.

I wrote this poem this morning for Dverse open link night. I haven’t written anything worth sharing in almost a month. It is a different take on my poem called Aspiraciones, about the ocean and unrequited love.

Let Me Tell You A Story

10 Sep


The Dead Republic
Getting Unstuck
Full of Bull
Rewriting History
Justice for None
Are You Kidding Me?
Who Says Elephants Can’t Dance?


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