Linda's Poems

Because it was too much of a hassle, I decided not to write a poem today. I had no insights to inject into one and no wealth of cool wor...

We are sitting on our screen porch at the campground listening to squirrels scampering and kids playing and golf carts whispering by...

A woman is walking her little black dog in the drizzle on this gray morning. The 8:30 Amtrak Downeaster whizzes by in the distance ta...

I used to be able to see the sky with clouds roaming around poking their noses over the mountain peering at the sunset through bloodshot...

Must abandon wheat, not gradually but now. My body hates it. EATING PRECISELY FOR MY BLOOD TYPE My hunger hates this. I’ll gradually ad...

A room full of teenagers ready to learn how to write songs how to translate their emotions into music how to turn their angst into...

Growing up in a Catholic family meant no meat on Fridays. It seems that about eighty percent of our meals on that night consisted of a sauce...