Our Poetry Collection

The Clean Smell of a City After Rain

The dust is settled, grime is gone,A fresh, wet sheen is on the lawn.The hot-pavement smell, the earthy sigh,Beneath a clearing, hopeful sky.The city takes a breath, deep and slow,...

The Phantom Limb of a Lost Habit

My finger feels for absent gold,A story that has now grown old.My wrist is light, my face is bare,I push up glasses that aren't there.The body's memory, slow to learn,Still waits f...

The Tiny Victory of Finding What Was Lost

I'd searched the couch, the floor, the bin,Convinced the loss was settled in.I'd mourned its absence, let it go,And let my disappointment grow.And then, today, by simple chance,A h...

The Satisfaction of a Perfectly Loaded Dishwasher

Each plate aligned, each bowl just so,A perfect, ordered, shining row.The cutlery, in gleaming pairs,A victory over household cares.No wasted space, no clumsy stack,There is no art...

The Hope in a Newly Planted Seed

In this small speck of dark and dust,I place a universe of trust.A promise of a leaf, a stem,A tiny, verdant diadem.This simple act, a hopeful prayer,Against the seasons of despair...

The Fridge Inventory Before the Shop

A jar of olives, half a lime,Some mustard well beyond its time.Can this become a meal sublime?A challenge worthy of a rhyme.My brain, a chef, begins to weave,A dinner I can scarce...

The Unique Hunger After Swimming

It's not a craving, not a need,But a voracious, primal greed.For salty chips and sugary drinks,And all the food a person thinks.The sun, the water, and the play,Have stripped the n...

The Strange Intimacy of Seeing a Stranger Cry

On a park bench, or on a train,A sudden, private, public pain.You look away, you feel their grief,In one unguarded, brief relief.You do not know their name, their tale,Beyond this...

The City That Dreams of the Sea

Though miles of dust and rock divide,This city dreams the ocean tide.At night, its streets become a shore,And hear the waves' forgotten roar.The people wake, with sand in hair,And...