It is the typical story of life complications giving distractions enough to stop written output. After college there were babies and bills, hard work and lay offs, experiments and disappointments, and major life changes. Why would poetry writing taper off to a trickle? I am not sure, but these are some of the little pieces I eked out. There are others, but only for me, I think for now.
Burned Out Car - Free verse
Forever Eleven - A little numerological rhyme
LA's Farmer's Market - A snippet of free verse
Pillars Stand Separate - A un-named form
The Exercise Room - A complaint