Linda's Poems

Somewhere Every time I pick up a book somewhere becomes real. Each page is a wing; each word a footstep. Somewheres sit on my booksh...

This is about the first time I met a student who was different. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When I walked into my first high schoo...

Bored Habit Settle - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Young Novice Becomes bored with praying so she settles her hands on the ...

The morning is green freckled with gold and blue as I sit under the exclamation points of pine trees on this, the last Monday of summ...

Just a simple observation about taking a walk. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Last Night The last night of vacation is dark...

We've had three dogs over the years so they were perfect for this prompt. Molley was our pre-kids baby. She died at three from cancer in...

Intimate River Waiting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She’d always heard that love was a river, that the more intimate you became with i...