I began writing poetry after a car accident left me with double vision – making reading and writing difficult.  With just a few words, poems are rich in ideas and imagery.

Writing poetry is my great joy and a humbling challenge. I write in a journal and participate in two writing groups – do writing exercises and play with the basic verbs of the English language.  But a poem comes when it comes – a gift which I can then fine tune.

Listed in chronological order beginning with the most recently published

Ryan13-Our Moving Day

Ryan-Reading Haiku (unpublished)

Moon Link

Now I Notice Sea Shells

Searching for Kyoto

Nocturne

Sleepless

The_Road_Now

I_long_to_linger

The_Day_Dad_Died

Dads_Vigil

I_dreamed_I_saw

Car_Talk

From_Inheritance_to_Legacy

Garden_Blossoms