remembering my grandmothers and a poem
I am already leaning toward Mother’s Day tomorrow, thinking of my grandmothers and great-grandmothers and the many ways I have been blessed through them. And there are too many, really, to ever truly...
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Why do we resist change so much? Or rather, why do I? You may be perfectly accepting of any change that comes your way, for all I know. But judging by the uproar generated every time facebook tweaks...
View Articleseptember
there is an urgency today in the green of the trees behind my house leaves so seriously intent on coloring the cooling light as it falls to the ground they must know the nearness of winter’s silver...
View Articlemeteor shower
alone on my back between midnight and morning I wait and shiver against the freezing wind my eyes fixed on the deep above through frame of roof and treetop it begins first one… then three… seven…...
View Articlea pencil-thin line
I am not much of a worrier. That might not be accurate. I should rather say I am not generally anxious about the future. Yes, I analyze all possibilities and all combinations of possibilities into the...
View ArticleEkphrasis and Picasso’s light
This past weekend at the Red Clay Writer’s Workshop, I took part in a session led by Amy Pence on ekphrasis in poetry. (Don’t feel bad. I didn’t know what it meant either!) Essentially, as far as its...
View Articleself-inflicted silence
Time and again, I catch myself in a pattern of forced silence. Oh, I speak to people, but the deeper things are squashed down to the point of making myself ill. Why? I can’t figure it out myself. It...
View Articletill the very last
I can no longer firmly fix your face after so much time without, but diving deeper into memory, I can still breathe in your singular scent, feel the exact measure of your arms, the precise pressure and...
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