Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Click above to read Wendy's blog
Many thanks to Wendy Robertson for spotlighting excerpts
from my poetry chapbook on her blog
which offers a wonderful glimpse into a writer's life, thoughts and practices.
 I am currently enjoying Wendy's novel An Englishwoman in France,
 which transports the reader through the paranormal experiences
 of the young protagonist.


Monday, March 2, 2015

Stuck in the Snow

Church of St. Julian of Norwich, Norwich England, 14th century:
 almost completely destroyed by bombing in 1942. 

He came to plow us out
 ended up stuck in the snow
like me
Had to call for back-up
I paid him at the window
on the second floor
like Rapunzel
but my hair is short
and thin these days
The white envelope fluttered
as it fell
He said I should get out more
 no – I’m fine
I have only gone to church
more like
Julian of Norwich, the anchoress,
a recluse like me.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Terror Cells

from Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales 237


Crisp air where I wave goodbye
in the north window, open for a breath of fall.     
Rust colored needles collect on the gray barn roof.
Poison ivy leaves climb artfully up the stately trunk
of the tallest pine, enticing in shades of scarlet,
crimson, and shocking stop-sign red,
fading to russet and hospice.

A rusty sundial bath, once a trendy verdigris,
where birds sip by a center sailboat,
rests on the last capstone in the wall,  recalls
a ripe peach sunset. Leaning out
to drink its’ nectar, saturate my soul,
intoxicate my spirit. Rose tinted
possibility sinking fast, over in moments.

Fingers chilled, holding my pen
on the window sill to capture fleeting thoughts –
meeting the peaceful stare of scarlet ivy
sucking its’ poison juices back into hairy stems,
appearing to lie dormant in bare branches,
innocent  in remission – but ready to skirmish -
to spread its’ terror cells in any season.
Submitted for

Monday, September 15, 2014

How to be Alone

This photo illustrated my poem  "Alone"  ( 2011),  which contrasts
with the beautiful performance video linked below.

 by Andrea Dorfman and poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis

Enjoy the difference - send your thoughts.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Poetry Reading

ARIA Poetry Night

I am looking forward to this new ARIA Poetry Night & Open Mic. on the last Thursday of each month at The Elephant Room in Pawtuxet Village, Cranston.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Where Time Dropped Me Off

Where Time Dropped Me Off
Ann Grenier
 Available here on Knot-in-Line
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Monday, February 11, 2013


Artwork by Joseph Lorusso

I crossed the room to sit down at my desk,
to contemplate a fire from afar -
a voyeur in a mirror at the bar,
a common scene of lovers in a kiss,
oblivious to others who are near.
But soon the screen grew dark; they disappeared.
yet linger in my thoughts and take me back …

From here I watch the string of twinkling lights,
the ones I strung around our fireplace logs -
as substitutes for flames of blazing fires
that choke us with the smoke that cannot vent,
stifled by the winds that swirl above us,
as in our younger days we’d never dare
to publicly display our private love.