The Worrier She lies in bed, Staring into the silent darkness Outside her window. Fears, Muffled by day, Now rise, one by one, To the surface. Her family, Her job, The future, And anxieties She cannot...Read More
Season And now, leaves are just beginning to droop, elderberries, overripe, are dropping, tomatoes have taken on their late season tang, and there are apples, so many apples. We are between. It is no ...Read More
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
I may have been a little melodramatic…. Kindergarten I was one of those that wept, my heart clinging despondently to the past, wept to see my mother turn so easily to leave me, wept at this stra...Read More
This Train That Is My Life “The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak.” Hans Hofman I wouldn’t say that it is speeding by, but it is moving at a ...Read More
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 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
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, 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 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
How I Want To Remember Us We were all there, the whole family, sitting on a blanket together. Waiting. An entire history of events had brought us to that moment, including tragedy and grief that I was...Read More
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 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 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
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
Generosity It took most of a lifetime for her to understand that it wasn’t so much gifts or kind deeds as it was something much simpler and more challenging. It was a willingness to enter another pe...Read More
All In When I have borne witness to more pain than I can carry, I sometimes take a walk along the seashore of my mind. I surrender the heartaches I hold to the crashing waves, let them be washed away ...Read More
Unsaid My barely Teenage daughter weeps. Deep knotted sobs. I ask her what is wrong And she just replies, “I don’t know.” All my soothings And proddings Result in no enlightenment For either of ...Read More
At Sixty-Three There is so much history in me now, so many memories from so many phases of life, all calling for recognition, for some kind of resolution. It makes my mind a very noisy place to be. Th...Read More
Book Review The main character has kept me company for a while now on quiet afternoons, has coaxed me back to sleep on anxious nights. Against the backdrop of a particular moment in history in a parti...Read More
What My Words Cannot Contain I want my life to be a prayer and by that, I mean a seeking, a listening, a blossoming toward. Toward what? I don’t want to say “God” because it is a word too fraugh...Read More