[Landscape view is recommended on a mobile device] I look up from my work. Steel girders far and wide. So far away. I appreciate the open space.I cannot imagine being so high.To climb in the rafters. A warehouse. Far different than my cubicle. I walk the catwalk. Not a model.My gait has purpose. Fierce but … Continue reading Shattered Glass Ceiling
For Elsa
A curmudgeon since birthI'm not sure if that's true.Me thinks she is deeper.Than the ocean of blue. Elsa is creative.Her art is amazing.Her voice a delight.Especially when praising. Why does this poemContinue to rhyme?I'm not sure why,Perhaps it's just time. Happy birthday dear Elsa!Happy birthday to you!No pomp or circumstance,No clowns or balloons. Just a … Continue reading For Elsa
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 