Category Archives: Poetry

The Seeing

I’m on the phone with a friend who is gazing out her living room window when she notices a dead branch has fallen across a live branch in a big pine and formed a perfect cross. In the center of … Continue reading

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Small Stone – Aug 4

What I look through: this window spattered with  shadows from a million rain drops, and here, the ghosted streak of a small birdwing and two tiny brown feathers.   Wondering if we’re not always peering past some old catastrophe to … Continue reading

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Small Stone – Aug 3

Kaspa, at Writing Your Way Home, is hosting another Small Stone invitation for August. He says:  What is a small stone? A small stone is a short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment. Come on along… The airport  glittered … Continue reading

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“Even knowing what you love is no salvation”…

Still dark and the one bird already singing.   I wake. It’s Monday. Something weighs the heft of it   in one hand, the tide of sleep washing out.   The waning Paschal moon casts shadows across the sunroom floor … Continue reading

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Snow Birds:2 haiku and a recycled card


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Footprints in Snow

The ice fell, then the snow, which froze, which is now peckled with the stepping of birds, then finally the sun. . . and then these footprints, my footprints in the shape of those wide soles of my fleece boots where I walked … Continue reading

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Who Dances the Fire – a typewriter postcard poem

the postcard

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Now the Veiled Moon – a typewriter postcard poem

(Typo: your guess, is it meant to be “love” or “low”?) the postcard:

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This Morning The Birds –

Ice fell in the late afternoon and then a dusting of snow. The temperatures fell and when I got up at dawn it felt like 1 below. The air is clear and utterly still now at sunrise. Only the song … Continue reading

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The Morning Moon – a typewriter postcard poem

the postcard:

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