Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff SteenSeptember 23, 2023
Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff SteenAugust 19, 2023
I turned to the Qu’ran I was put off by the spiritual words that came bolded and highlighted in my byJeff SteenAugust 12, 2023
PoetrySeptember 23, 2023 Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff Steen
PoetryAugust 19, 2023 Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 30, 2023 Writing a Poem with the Help of Billy Collins “Torture is a chocolate chip cookie” byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 20, 2023 Ireland Ireland, like the color green, is where I belong:new and old in one vaporous byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 8, 2023 The Immovable We Do you ever tire of standing still and putting up with nature's endless shuffle? byJeff Steen
PoetryJune 25, 2023 To start the day Mornings, I sit at a round-ish table just above the alley byJeff Steen
PoetryMay 20, 2023 Undertaker In the dirge it tucks, it likes it there, quiet like the skeletons that crown byJeff Steen
