POETRY & ESSAYS

WRITING LINKS:

2022 The Plentitudes, Winter, NY https://www.theplentitudes.com/piece/the-broken-vase

2023 Remington Review, Autumn, IN https://www.flipsnack.com/remingtonreview/remington-review-fall-2023.html

2023 Stories That Need To Be Told anthology, Tulip Tree Pub., MO https://www.amazon.com/dp/1962812804?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860

2024  samfiftyfour literary magazine, issue IX, Spring, VA https://samfiftyfour.com/shop/ols/products/issue-ix

2024  The Calendula Review - Journal of Narrative Medicine, issue 2, CA https://www.thecalendulareview.com/issue-2

2025  The Plentitudes, issue #17, Winter, NY https://www.theplentitudes.com/piece/dangerous-substance

2025 Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, Spring/Summer, NY https://static1.squarespace.com/static/54bc1287e4b09cb81d8d8439/t/67ec8270f473f446e9364ea8/1743553136689/A+Letter+to+Death+by+Clare+Olivares+Spring+2025+Intima.pdf

2025   Lunae Literature & Review, Issue 1, December, Substack https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tnSqL0H0POz2T8Yu0SqHi49s_-L0WSEh/view

Mooring 
I approach the mornings reading poems

it is the only way the world is shaped now

one poem at a time

gathering the cracks in my mind

holding the deep ache in my heart

on knees crawling through a lost sphere

clasping my hands tightly to hold me together

for another day for another week

until I find your harbor

the mooring of your breath

On the Edge of Loss

Love on the edge of loss

is a perfume carried on the wind

fleeting but recognizable

full of fickleness and hope

burns when bright

fades to embers

stirs but doesn't stay forever

awakens us to ourselves

loss asks us to remember

and begin again


At The Edge of Wonder

Follow your heart

aided by a sturdy compass

pull yourself away from the wreckage

exist in space that holds echoes

pass through the gorge

watch the Earth spiraling toward stars

guided by your capable heart

standing at the edge of wonder

Uncle John

Fretting over boxes filled with memory

a photographic slide of my uncle

the one that read cereal box labels

like they were poems

or life lessons he needed to learn

a snapshot smile in Hawaii

before it was a state

when dancers swirled with fire

grass skirts in every photo

old Hawaiian churches fascinated him

although I don’t recall his family

eating religion for breakfast

no prayers over cornflakes

but maybe his spirit hid

in the words on the cereal box


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