The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

I Dare You   It’s autumn, and we’re getting rid of books, getting ready to retire, to move some place smaller, more manageable. We’re living...

You Want Me Pale   You want me pale, Made of sea foam, A mother of pearl. Made of white lily, Untouched among the others. Made of thinning p...

We Wait One afternoon Alfred Cortot plays Chopin but only on a record So what There is eternity There is delicacy and dark powers that drows...

My Aunts   Always caught up in what they called  the practical side of life  (theory was for Plato),  up to their elbows in furniture, in be...

Without The world will keep trudging through time without us When we lift from the story contest to fly home We will be as falling stars to ...

The Wind, One Brilliant Day   The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.   “In return for the odor of my jasmin...

Things My Grandmother Said   Turmeric can heal anything but a broken heart. I’ve got some Benadryl I bet could shush that dog of yours. Soun...