I disagree with significant portions of Catholic theology, but I love their architecture and how it often points to the acts that God has performed through His people. About two months ago, I found myself wandering through the Basilica in …
I don’t remember what mass shooting or other catastrophe prompted this poem. There are plenty, even prior to 2007 to choose from. I chose not to modify this poem at all, including updating it with more recent stats (with the …
A few years ago I went through a “season” of death. A surprising number of people within a degree or two of separation from me passed away, mostly unexpectedly. I wrote today’s sonnet at the end or shortly after that …
Originally written May 12, 2019. #108. The ducks that nest and swim upon the pond Don’t think about the source of daily bread. They hunt and peck and search the ground instead. They do not think of what goes on …
Today’s poem is ancient—by which I mean, I wrote it around 2002 or 2003—but I still have a certain fondness for it. The thing about grocery stores is that sometimes you can wind up inadvertently following someone around the store …
At one point, I toyed with the idea of writing a reflective poem on everything I read. That idea lasted precisely long enough to read The Courtship of Miles Standish and resulted in this poem. At the risk of spoiling a …
One sunny November Sunday, as I was driving back from a weekend with friends, I made the spontaneous decision to stop at a historical park on my route. Specifically, I was looking for the site of a battle from the …
(Wow, two years of these!) Today’s sonnet is pretty self-explanatory, and the title explains pretty much everything you need to know about the context. The only thing I’ll add is that the lump referenced was neither alligator nor rock. I …
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By the time this is published, I should be back from a lovely vacation… so what better poem to publish than one about job stress? Not my own job stress, fortunately. I haven’t had to be on the phone with …
Today’s sonnet was in response to a November Poem a Day prompt on “Days of the Week.” More than that, though, it’s a reflection of watching friends on social media deal with invisible illnesses and stereotypes. Days of the Weak …