Linda's Poetry Blog

  The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death. Anonymous Covet They ar...

Painted Walls The first coat of paint in that cozy kitchen  was a soft yellow that reflected the morning sun.  They drank their coffee ...

  Thank you so much to Vatsala Radhakesoon and Lydia Chiarelli for publishing my Dylan Thomas poem for this years' Dylan Thomas Day cele...

Vivian In Her Dressing Gown  She weaves across the room, wearing the shade of lilac, silk, after a night of flamboyant festivity. Her larynx...

  The Day Before I wonder what my mother did the day before I was born: I think she went to the movies, I think she looked at the sky, I thi...

  Thank you to Editor Sand Pilarski for publishing my tribute  to Graham Greene in The Piker Press . Graham He epitomized the brotherhood of...

Thank you to editor Glory Sasikala of GloMag for publishing  my poem in the May issue. It’s In The Bones We are predisposed while in the ...