By Gloria Heffernan Central New York Branch I worry that perhaps I have written too many poems about dawn, too many descriptions of the way the sunrise paints ... Read more
By Pam Atherstone Modesto Branch Do not pity them. Those who walk slowly in the morning field with the empty leash in their pocket, or the one whose house ... Read more
By Rodika Tollefson Member-at-large Someday I will dance in the streets of Paris. I will gaze into Mona Lisa’s eyes I’ll sip French wine on a terrace And drink ... Read more
By Ronni Miller Sarasota Branch A slice of melone draped in Parma prosciutto laid on a china plate placed on a clothed table beside a glass of Chianti from ... Read more
Silvia Kofler Member-at-Large My neighbor hates its invasiveness and lopped off as much as she could on her side of the fence. However, birds love it and sparrows moved ... Read more
Lori Howell Thompson Santa Clara County Branch Poetry are words dancing in your mind Becoming a fairytale of your voice A world created by imagination, experience, and dreams An ... Read more
Tonya McQuade Santa Clara County Branch For many years, the sonnet form was king; To write in perfect meter earned acclaim. In fourteen lines, true sonneteers would sing, To ... Read more
Sara Etgen-Baker Member-at-Large I. Blankness empty page awaits— a silent, hungry canvas first word breaks the dawn. II. Alchemy black ink spills like night across the field of pure ... Read more
By Joan Kantor Sarasota Branch Whose love passion sadness fears have poured through their fingers and onto these keys before me With each clunking laborious stroke rattling tap ... Read more
By Lorraine Walker Williams Golden Gate Branch Swollen creeks like milky coffee run fast along grassy banks Tree bark moss glistens Clouds thick with shadow hang their ... Read more