Lisa Lindsey : Writing

Christmas Past

Christmas Past

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


Tis the season for making new memories.
Venice is Sinking

Venice is Sinking

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


Inspired by listening to Barcarolle on classical radio.
Guilt-Free Butterfingers

Guilt-Free Butterfingers

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


A stroll down the candy aisle conjures visions of past Halloweens with costumed innocents braving the dark in pursuit of a sugar high. I miss th..
I Miss You, Great Pumpkin

I Miss You, Great Pumpkin

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


Just missing those days when the kids were little; when carving pumpkins, finding a Halloween costume and watching Charlie Brown were annual autumn ri..
Ode to a Spider

Ode to a Spider

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


who hung her web from my porch lamp
Summer's End

Summer's End

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


Summer’s end is not the corn dolly hanging from barn rafters. No booming fireworks eulogize her. No riderless horse drags her effi..
August Melancholy

August Melancholy

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


August came with a sudden haze of melancholy. We still ran barefooted along warm summer sidewalks, but always with the knowledge that Labor..
The Literary Life

The Literary Life

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


I do not need a large oak desk,a custom-built computeror a study loft with a skylight.All I require is a laptop, a coffeemaker,and a window to watch t..
Storybook Summer

Storybook Summer

A Poem by Lisa Lindsey


It wouldn't be summer without a book to curl up with, regardless of the age of the reader or the age of the protagonist.