Foremother’s Solace

Foremothers’ Solace Late afternoon, waning sunlight streaming in, the familiar, repetitive work of keeping a household afloat finished for the day, I rest. It occurs to me how hard my foremothers mu... Read More

Home

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Home I like to be The first one home In the afternoon, To find the house Silently waiting. The books rest on the shelf, Leaning gently to the left. The table holds the candlestick Benevolently in its ... Read More

Reminiscing

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Reminiscing As their colors begin to turn, each day a little more brown and yellow and red, the trees seem to be reminiscing. “Remember?” they say to each other on the cool wind. “Remember May a... Read More

Hiking Companions

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Hiking Companions Anxiety starts off strong, picking up stones along the path to rub their sharp edges, but wears out quickly. Melancholy quietly places those stones in a sack and slings it over his s... Read More

Take a Knee

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Take a Knee Sitting on the sidelines at my grandson’s soccer game on that cool night, bundled in a shared blanket, we cheered for his team while our neighbors to the left cheered for the other and t... Read More

House

House When I close my eyes, I can still step onto that porch and enter the arched doorway of the house I grew up in. And though it is long gone, torn down to make way for something bigger, I can still... Read More

Blueberries

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Blueberries Opaque gray-blue, polished purple-black, they are hidden in clear view along the rocky mountain path. I savor the complexity of tastes stored within their tough skins. Sweet and spicy, the... Read More

Pace

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Pace Imagine the sound of a cloud moving leisurely across the sky, a pine tree’s imperceptible growth compelled by its longing for light, a gentle rain’s slow slide down the pane, the sigh alignin... Read More

camping

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Happy fortieth anniversary to us! camping I by the fire staring off into the woods aglow with morning’s rays you walking the carpet of leaves noticing each subtle change of light I reading a book of... Read More

By Now

By Now By now, the wounds we haven’t managed to recover from have found a home in every sigh, every ache, every limp. I feel it and I am learning to accept it. I tell myself this: Just do the best y... Read More

Questions About Place

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Questions About Place Can you ever really know a place? You show up, dwell in it for a short time or long, but you never know its whole history. What happened here before- a day ago, a decade, a centu... Read More

Once

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Once Once upon a time, I was brand new. I saw faces, felt the touch, of people who loved me just for being born. I grew. I reached out for the green of the trees, the blue of the sky. I breathed in th... Read More

Rocks

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Rocks My husband Brings home rocks And sets them, Like a treasure, In the middle of the table. I don’t know what to do With all of them. They are interesting, Most of them, to look at, But numerous,... Read More

Retrospect

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Retrospect Sure. Looking back, you tell yourself, you would have done things differently. You should have tried harder, been more patient. You could have done more. But retrospect is an observation to... Read More

May 29, 2022

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I have been posting a poem almost every Sunday for six years. A lot has happened in this country, in the world, during this time, much of it very distressing. What has happened in the past couple of w... Read More