Linda's Poems

The old woman fumbles with the bandage wrapped around her wounded wrist like the pain pills and booze she wraps her mind in to stop ...

The sun is just starting to smear butter on the turning leaves as my students prepare modern interpretations of Shakespeare’s “Neith...

The sky of my morning is a white board waiting for words or pictures or scribbles. I’ll start with breakfast- so many options: y...

I pick Kathy up and we head into the woods first walking up Labossiere St. then past the concrete factory. Finally, we enter the c...

Ah, retirement minutes, hours, days, thoughts, words~ four new journals.

I like to slide out of bed early like a letter out of an envelope without bumping anything so he won’t wake up. But he stirs and...

I don’t have a basket on my bike like Dorothy for Toto in The Wizard of Oz but I do have saddlebags. In them I pack my life: statione...