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"Poetry is just the evidence of life."

                                           -Leonard Cohen

 

 

 

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The act of reading and writing poetry should be accessible to everyone.

Concrete poetry, which involves placing words in a shape relevant to the poem, is an effective vehicle for delivering poetic thoughts to a broad audience. Through this engaging form,

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RELATIVE  SPACE

~ a concrete bed of poetry ~

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explores multiple meanings of space—from beyond Earth’s atmosphere to making the world

a better place for everyone through the promotion of social justice. Many of the poems evolved from reflections on interactions with friends, family, celebrities, and others who have affected my lifespace. The compilation of concrete poems and musings results in a unique visual

and verbal experience that entertains and inspires.

A safe space to sleep should also be accessible to everyone, so all profits from the sales of this book of concrete poetry will go toward helping people experiencing homelessness.

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Dance with Memories

(published in End in Mind Pandemic Poetry Project, 2020)

 

I don't want you to remember

this time of separation,

       a life divided

       by disease and glass.

I want you to dance

with memories of hands held,

the heat of hearts

wrapped in laughter,

and the breath of hope

filling our future plans.

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Omission of Sun

(published in Northfield Sidewalk Poetry, 2018)

 

Winter’s white space

silently articulates

what is known

about other seasons.

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Hanging Gardens for Me

(published in Writers Night: Volume 1, No. 2 – Cultivate Your Garden, 2017)

 

I stand at the Gate of God

still missing the memorable green hills

and rolling valleys

of my homeland.

 

This scene, once a flat fertile plain,

contains remnants of pointless battles

and the rubble

of my dreams.

 

With love, you looked up and built

a miraculously abundant hanging garden,

an evergreen meadow

on arable land above.

 

You moved before me the earth,

the shrubs, the vines, the succulent fruit,

tender new shoots that feed

upon the dew.

 

Now wind-swept, an intentional paradise

of organically-wrapped columns, arches, and aqueducts,

a cultivated mountain

is skillfully kept.

 

You’ve keenly raised the river for me

and my garden of delights, I only wish that I might rise

to the level of being

your grateful queen.

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