Linda's Poems

Laundry When Kylie comes to visit, I like to wash her clothes and hang them on the line. Her little Levis next to Grampy’s: long ...

Noises from your angry mouth fracture the moonlight. Feelings shatter into shards, then vanish.

Morning surfs into my bedroom on a butter knife in between the shade and the window creating a riot of sun pixels on my quilt, pro...

E pithalamion (ep a tha LAY me in): a song or poem in honor of a bride and groom. I wrote this for my daughter's wedding two years ago...

Someone says, “Can I see you in the kitchen?” And I answer, “Yes, the light coming in through the small window makes it possible for ...

The table is set with Mom’s dinnerware you remember the ones with the gray roses tipped with a blush of pink to match the tableclo...

I don’t want to jinx the capture of his tuna. I qualify words. MY HUSBAND HAS A TUNA ON HIS LINE Must qualify words so he’ll capture hi...