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Small Doors
Small Doors I have been thinking about poetry and how it is most often simply opening one small door into the seemingly ordinary and expanding into what is beyond- a whole world that has always been h... Read More
How They Saved Me
How They Saved Me My prayers of desperation were almost always centered around my children. Please. I beg You. Bargaining, even though I don’t believe in that sort of thing. I would have given my li... Read More
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
Instructions for Beginning Anything
Instructions for Beginning Anything Before you start, take a moment to do whatever it is you need to do- sweep the floor, wipe the table, take out the trash- to clear the house that is your mind. Let ... Read More
Reminiscing
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
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
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
The Worrier
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
Kindergarten
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
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
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
