#neverforget, a poem about September 11th.

Running Like a Maniac (From a Maniac) My eyes are pulled back tight like a black lab running toward the 80-year-old neighbor. Can’t save ...

A poem about growing up in California.

Imagine layers of reality stacked like fabric squares ready for quilting..

Every Day In Every Way I Get Better And Better The EDIEWIGBAB mirror project allowed Living Poetree to introduce the wisdom and words of Lul

The Tree…… Black and green strobe light Of sunshine and wind Offering all it has to give Just to share your company

You must be like one of us To be one of us- But you can't, You are weird. You don't shave your legs; Your jeans have no tag- Of course no...

I am in a dream made of oranges and sunshine; I barely remember the snowflake’s design: She gave a reason for changes and moonlight; and ...

I gaze across the land-locked fields -my mind takes me to the sea. The cows replaced with sea lions perched on rocks in memories. The far...

(This is a borrowed and updated post from Sand's previous blog originally written 11/11/2018) In January of 2001, my family and I decided...

Tucked between the Allegany and Finger Lakes regions in the Southern Tier of New York State, there are a few small communities full of ta...

Creating from the heart and for the heart, artist Susan Kelley finds inspiration in kindness. When she first began making her collage pie...

Judy B. Cramer is Living Poetree. Her work has been evolving and growing with her and through her since she was a child. Her artistic roo...