Glass House Poetry

Her faith is put in nature’s call to preach, Grasping the child forever within reach, And cradles her, who hasn’t really grown, Although...

Her old-fashioned hands were passed on to me, She cupped them like a nest, for me to feel, Then took mine in hers, affectionately,...

Grieving for herself, and her baby killed, Dead child of a child, lays her head, The flesh she carried, on the table, dead, The empty...

I struck gold inside the mine, Unearthed it in the night, Astonished by luster and shine, Capturing precious light.    By accident, I’d...

A family photo curling in the flame, He laid it on the pit to build a fire, For kindle, broke apart the picture frame, He liberated the...

Assigned to my friend, Franklin, in grade school, Whose eyes were very weak, legally blind, I tried to shelter him from ridicule, The...

“I hate you!” I yelled back for no one’s sake, Mother screamed, “I had more than I can take!”   Exploding from the kitchen with a knife,...

Apple trees of a forgotten orchard, Bear for no one, nine barrels worth of fruit, Years without children playing in this yard, No net to...

He whittles on a wooden stick, The faces coined by memory, Their virtue, solid as a brick, And not refined, self-consciously.   When...

I will take what I can and then no more, As I must rest from plenty for a night. Give me the apple, I will save the core, Great is...

Cobwebs in corners masterfully strung, Along the splinters of blistering walls. Draping its handiwork, a spider crawls, Between the...

t A basketful of cat My desk won’t do without, A ball of butterfat, Most dignified and stout, Editing as I write, With a didactic purr,...

At the same time both proud and plain, And fashioned from worlds far away, Unlike women shallow and vain, Who at beauty can only play.  ...

I would have said a few words, just a few, When sitting beside mallards at the pond, Touching a stream of water minnows drew, Like...

Kneeling there as tears fall upon her cheek, The open coffin unable to speak, When who she sees is familiar yet strange, And that for now...

I stood before her door not knowing why, And yet I bothered its tranquility, Knocking on it, I couldn’t pass it by, Bold yet unsure if...

Her beauty must be managed with a glove, For beauty is a thing she’s guilty of, Blooming without a mirror in her hand, Something the rose...

Impatient to be twelve at eleven, The dawn of puberty yet unbroken, That maiden morning of adolescence, Marking the passage of her...

Let your touch be as a feather, A whisper of velvet, The barest wisp, But let it not be more than that.   The stir be gentle, Not as an...

I am the angry dog who claws the meek, Who chews the meat and bites the offered cheek. What leash would last, what collar at my throat,...