Winters hanging on, despite the changing calendar date. Frost and rain, then sunny skies. We wear coats in the morning,…
YESTERDAY’S POEM B. Goodjoin (2018) Yesterday’s poem was in my head—on the tip of my lips— Didn’t quite make it…
THE GIRL IN THE STORE B. Goodjoin 2017 She was born without words; her voice left in the corner of…
SWEET LIPS B. Goodjoin (c) 2018 Honey dripped from his lying lips like water from Niagra Falls… The honey…
THE POETIC VOICE B. Goodjoin (C) 2018 Walking in the footsteps of Maya– Following the path of Alice’s garden: I…
We are currently 3 days into National Poetry Month and I am determined to do a poem a day. All…
DANCING LIGHT B. Goodjoin 2017 Moon is rising, shining light upon the darkened waters stirred… by the lunar pull of…
THE EMPTY GIFT BOX Over the years, it has been my joy and privilege to become the…
LIVING HISTORY B. Goodjoin © 2018 I spoke, and the words were repeated—and then some. I walked, and I was…
WHAT DO YOU SEE B. Goodjoin © 2018 You see a rock—I see a diamond you see a tree—I see…