Along with Pompeii, the smaller but wealthier Roman town of Herculaneum was buried and preserved when Mt. Vesuvius erupted. Here it speaks.
A personal description of dawn over an awaiting surf.
The poet contemplates the death of a stranger.
The poet uses the metaphor of an ear of corn to describe her parents’ divorce.
An abstract image of intimacy.
Concise and striking. A new way to look at the stars.
Forgetfulness is “a pool of quicksand, without depth | Swirling in a rapid and ceaseless vortex.”
A vibrant set of Haiku inspired by Van Gogh’s painting “Cafe Terrace at Night.”
A pitiful Christmas tree is transformed into an object of pride.
At the end of all she sees in a stark landscape, “now I find myself standing alone.”