In Thailand freesias bloom in March,
just as they do thirteen thousand miles
from there on the corner of my street;
here I also find late-ripening tomatoes,
available for picking on my side
of my neighbor's fence.

Some travel to see wonders, ride
elephants and dhows.  But others of us
find...

Wading through the shifting tide,
  the frothy foam, cold at his feet,
preening his plumage, preoccupied,
  the egret snubs me when we meet. 

What canniness and elegance,
  what guile and caginess I sense;
so fluid and aloof are we,
  the bird, the watcher and the sea.

Liz...

When darkness
and futility creep in
her efflorescence
pushes back,
a provocative allure
of tendril arms
reaching from
her pristine blush,
drawing towards
the mysterious beyond;
"come hither",
the siren sings.  She yawns,
expelling fragrant
breath so persuasively
that death shudders
in her presence.

Liz...

Perhaps it was inevitable that I would write poetry. I’ve always loved words—precise words, dramatic, literary words, empathetic words, even crossword puzzles. The specificity of words is of utmost importance to me. My favorite resource is Roget’s Thesaurus.

And...

I was recently in a group of women wrestling with the wisdom of Proverbs as regards to words and relationships. We were tackling two proverbs in particular:

“The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” (Prov. 12:18) and...

The sinking sun illuminates
the cottage by the sea,
aflame with a borrowed glow,
borrowed from a borrowed light,
reflecting a reflected glory,
like Moses unaware
that his face was radiant.

Liz McFadzean

“At one time you were darkness, but now you are light in the Lord.  Walk as children of...

What are those dots upon your face, 
  most darlingest of misses?
They could be chickenpox, I guess;
  more likely, angel kisses.

As just a girl myself I thought
   of freckles as a scourge,
but now I’m old and love those spots
  and thrill as yours emerge.

You see, a...

Anoint in preparation
The face, the hands, the feet;
Put blood upon the lintels
In venues where you’ll meet.

Wait for the cloud of glory
To settle in its place;
Do not intrude unhallowed
on ground that’s sacred space.

Tie ropes around your ankles, 
Tie bells along your seams,
Tie Jesus to...