This poem came out of my grieving process when I lost my Dad in January 2011. Death, for the living, is strange Someone you love is there even if they aren’t a part of your every day life and then Suddenly the world goes “poof!” and they aren’t there anymore just echoes of memories And…
This poem was written March 14, 1997. It was a reaction to breaking up with my first lover because although I had fallen in love with him, he hadn’t responded in kind. No hard feelings … I just couldn’t stay in an empty relationship. How long does a broken heart take to mend? As long…
Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger. Grief. Deprivement. A barrier to cross some day Yet crossed by another…
This poem, published at poetry.com, was written in 1992 after finding out a friend of mine got together with someone I had had a crush on for a long time. I was O.K. with it but it still hurt. This poem was part of my healing process. Now I know why the wolf howls at…
This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here. The death of a loved one lingers at my side like the specter of memories not to be. It’s not that I wish to forget them, but if I…
This morning I was writing a review of “The Offspring,” an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, for SyFyPortal.com, which I regularly contribute to. In this episode Data creates a “child” who surpasses him in the ability to experience emotions and dies as a result. I cried when I first saw that episode, and…
Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a chance to attend the funeral, find closure and move on. I hadn’t. It took me…
This poem was written Friday, Nov. 7, 1980, when I was in Junior High. The first draft was written in my diary, after an entry in which I expressed my frustration of not having a boyfriend. Oh! How I long for thee For thy unknown caress Thy warmth one with my own. To share a…