It was not his hands playing my strings wrong. It was not that I sat on the stand attracting dust… Read more A Song of Independence
Author: LGF
I am a teacher, but I have been finding my writing voice again recently. I'm currently working on a novel, so my poetry has taken a back seat while I focus on that.
You said the day didn’t begin until we said good morning the sun still rises and sets, so how many… Read more Pocket
An Indian Summer
I hope for an Indian Summer this year Deep in the throws of autumn when I have Almost all but… Read more An Indian Summer
The Wine Glass
I thought my wine glass was empty. I brought it up high I was standing on a cold concrete floor… Read more The Wine Glass
Sixteen Years
If challenges are dominating their life, they withdraw from the stage of daily struggling and turn their face to their… Read more Sixteen Years
Mosquito Bites
Last night’s mosquito bites Souveniers from a summer’s conversation Tingle my skin and suggest A pleasurable discomfort. -LGF
Homestead
Our Victorian- folk, whimsical and worn Surrounding garden plants dance in the wind, Cry in the rain and burn in… Read more Homestead
Silence
I understand now How silence is deafening. At least when we were screaming We still cared. -LGF
Spider Web
The connection between us is a line of spider silk semi-transparent, bending, yet substantial. You yank on our dragline my… Read more Spider Web
Alliteration of P
Poseidon, you power of the sea We can can close our lips Prevent the air’s escape, aspirate when it’s released… Read more Alliteration of P
