Glass House Poetry

With eyelids, closed and shuttered, by a nail, The sense of sight, when other senses fail, Is now covered with ash, so freshly laid, The...

I am weak. No one can help me fight this.   I feel, I feel too much, most of the time,   And she is like me.  I cannot dismiss   Her tall...

The ancients breathed inside me, I recall That child, who heard them whisper quietly, Standing like giants when I was so small, Those...

To think we share city sidewalk, Sitting on rocks in Central Park, Where children draw with colored chalk, So excited to make their mark....

Making their quilt with small remnants of silk, The Widow Ladies piece each one to piece, There is no time for dwelling on spilled milk,...

The garbled words I could not understand, Her inner life surrendered to this bed, She could not move her legs, or either hand, To be this...

Lightning illuminates the evening sky, We worry as the storm begins to roar, Large branches explode from limbs, and they fly, Whipping...

The children kneel beside the virgin’s feet, The holiest of women.  There I wept, Was it for joy or sorrow?  Then I stepped Closer, in...

He remembers that time before the war, The fragrant kisses of a sweet perfume, Welcoming him inside her open door, As he embraced the...

She was told to make her X on the line, I was quite young, but understood her shame,   A burden that makes others look away. She pinches...

The skeleton of a building remains, Windows like eye sockets are stripped of glass. Beside this graveyard operate the trains, Surrounded...

I wonder where the echo ends, In tunnels or on mountaintops, Or in a cavern where sound bends, Or at a moment when time stops.   The echo...

The weight of ages presses against her, Cornered but unafraid, she is too weak, With hardly a breath left, she turns to speak.   “This is...

I know her voice, hearing the velvet strain, She rides on the shoulders of love and pain,   And rises as a masthead on the bow, The ocean...

Of all the things that I forgot, I am reminded of the spot,   Where meadows waved upon a hill, With split-rail fences.  Trees were still,...

The hill sat silently that winter day, Pockets of hoof prints mixing with the snow, A meadow, where in summer, daisies grow. I remember...

The old woman has finished washing floors, She earns an income by doing their chores, Where she is treated kindly, sometimes not,...

With tenderness, unusual in men, He sits there with her, far into the night, The stream of emotion flows from his pen, Pure honesty put...

Seeking the child, he was when he was ten, The fearlessness he took for granted then, A freedom that he makes his mind to reach, By...

The tempo quickens in this early spring, We see the birds pass seed from beak to beak. Is it not love behind this offering? A vow or...