A number poem about being at the age of forty-three:   F orty-three's a summer afternoon O n a weekday bathed in molten light. R ivers...

  A poem for Presidents Day:   P olitics must temper greed with dreams, R egarding both as reasons to seek power, E nds that would forego ...

  A poem for Valentine’s Day:   You are the landscape of my life, The only place I feel at home, The view familiar to my heart, The woods...

  A love poem describing the experience of new love:   You're like music playing in my head Everywhere I go from day to day. I try a d...

  A poem for Holocaust Remembrance Day:   There've been, of course, many holocausts. How come only one gets to be "The"? Eac...

  A poem for Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday:   Maybe racial hatred is baked in, A trait evolved through natural selection. Remember...

  A 17 th anniversary poem:   Sing of marriage and of loves that last, Each year again a cause for jubilation, Voices and arms raised in ce...