Jul 30

A poem.

Photo: author’s own

My twitter feed is filled with
calamity again:

Climate change.

Last week,
it was reported,
the skies over South Dakota
turned green.

Once, when we were visiting there
three decades ago,
we found bullet casings in the
parking lot of our
Days Inn.

In Montana, we…



May 24

You wave to me from the center of a

large rose garden,

labyrinth paths all

lead to you.

I make my way tentatively

over cobblestone,

the scent of honeysuckle thick in my nose.

You call out directions,

pass me a blindfold

through thorns.

“It’s better,” you say,

“if you don’t…



gae polisner

gae polisner

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.