Linda's Poems

"Little Deuce Coupe" is blasting from loudspeakers, raining the sixties all over the classic car meet at Muscle Car City. M...

Finally All the blinds are closed. The drab dawn sits like fog outside my windows. Inside, tendrils of sunshine wrap around my br...

Mud Mix imagination with the water of words Add in a slice of morning sunshine Stir with the spoon of emotions until soupy Drop in a tear or...

Trees Leaves ripe as apples Vines cling like a child Bark a coat of dignity Branches pray My husband was a logger He'd pull the cord on ...

Sharp slices of brightness slash my morning blinds. I'm sitting in bed with no expectation of anything for today. Free hours are maple s...

The boat rocks. Birds fly around eating the chum my husband put out. We sit, waiting for a tuna to take our bait. "I blind th...

I know there is a poem resting in the shade of my brain. I can feel its shadow lurking just out of sight. It's an angry thing, a monster...