by mbofa | Jul 31, 2026 | Poetry
He calls from across the ocean at 2 AM and there’s a spark in my chest at his voice on the line, a twitch like that small butterfly I felt in my womb before he was born. Lately (say, the last four years), we have not been close except for hugs at the holidays, and...
by mbofa | Mar 11, 2026 | Poetry
“Fond du Lac” is an extended collage of ideas that describe my home town, situated near Lake Winnebago with references to previous inhabitants, the native tribes and French explorers as well as personal experiences at the lake. Listen to the poem on...
by mbofa | Jan 4, 2026 | Poetry
“Wintersong” was read on December 18, 2025 on WDRT Community Radio...
by mbofa | Apr 20, 2025 | Poem of the month, Poetry
Listen to this poem. Sign me up to walk with the living.My password has always been Heathenwith an exclamation point but now I’m not so sure.I’m registering today aftermonths of being dormant. The only committees I’ll be onwill have to deal with others,not the...
by mbofa | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
to snowfall moments. Wear Spring’s damp quilted padding. We don’t need the sky every day of our lives singing the sun like a choir. We don’t need a seat In the sunlight. Lift your face to gray, and feel the tattered patches of snow like wishes falling on your face...
by mbofa | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
It’s March, but the ice isn’t breaking yet. Yesterday a long ray of sun reached in, woke me to memory. Now evening is one long silence to savor like the moment before you tap the crust of crème brule, just before its small breaking opens to something delicious. But...
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