The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Evening Walk You give the appearance of listening  To my thoughts, O trees,  Bent over the road I am walking  ...

Summertime A pipe burst somewhere. The record kept turning Porgy and Bess . Granddad sang the old blues tune. ...

The Fury of Sunsets Something  cold is in the air,  an aura of ice  and phlegm.  All day I've built  ...

Swimming Some nights, I rise from the latest excuse for Why not stay awhile , usually that hour when the coyot...

When Lisa Told Me When Lisa told me she’d made love to someone else, in that old Tepeyac warehouse phone booth...

Dead Butterfly  For months my daughter carried  a dead monarch in a quart mason jar.  To and from school in he...

Lullaby Little daughter rainwater- snow and branches protect you white-washed wall— and neighbors’ hands, also ch...