Poems From The Porch I planted one zinnia seed, and in less than a month, its stalk has grown six inches. Every day its momentum is...

Poems From The Porch I am in Nashville today listening to the sound of indoor waterfalls and letting their constancy provide a doorway to...

Poems From The Porch Photo by Cyrus Gomez on Unsplash A duck is snacking on unknown tidbits in the fire pit at my campsite. Now he...

Poems From The Porch The promise of Easter A resurrection of joy Snow dissipating Warmth of the sun now felt Birdsong hearkening new life...

Poems From The Porch Deadwood serves a purpose. It houses food for hungry woodpeckers. What purpose does your death serve? What nutrients...