The Barefoot Poet

A gallery of poetry that was written while barefoot.

In fact, most of my writing is done without shoes or socks (except in winter and then I bow down to the needs of poor circulation). I like the feel of the Earth under my feet. Our yard is very conducive to being barefoot. The deck is smooth and warm in the sunshine, the grass cool and soft. Even the driveway and road radiate comfort in the form of small rocks that make me flex all of the muscles — it’s my own personal massage! The house, too, is welcoming to my bare feet. Cushy carpeting, some nubby, some soft, cool vinyl. I love it. Now, to go find some warm olive oil and get my bare feet back to being pretty.

Five Women

Secrets

Voices