Linda's Poems

I wake up at 5:30 that inner alarm clock still buzzing me awake in school mode. No need to drag myself out of bed, though. No need ...

Silence “Where am I sleeping tonight?” my father-in-law asks. “At your place.” “I don’t know where that is.” “I’ll take you over, Da...

Pleasure I wake to the sound of rain typing a poem on the camper roof. I’m alone for a change, my bed a cool lake of dreams. I...

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...