Linda's Poems

Last summer was a cemetery for poems that were never born. Small sperms of ideas swam toward blank eggs then died. Long, l...

I'm recycling this week. I wrote this one a couple years ago. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If she tilts her head just so in ...

Thanks to Gautami Tripathy for this great first line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That word you lost I found it under a rock al...

Yesterday Afternoon The front porch was a pan full of melted butter. I sat like a bowl of popcorn and let the sun drizzle all over...

Earnest as tulips your feelings pop out in spring layer by layer REACTIVE LOVE Layer by layer your feelings pop out in spring earnest ...

Learning My ABCs Right now, I should be correcting an essay or planning what my next assignment will be for British Literature class. Bu...

I Come From… I come from words like love that jumped from my dad’s eyes to my mom’s, and integrity that was woven into my characte...