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Christmas Walk
You slip outside, leave the commotion behind. Your pantlegs brush your thighs, it sounds like a downhill skier. It’s not that you thrive on neglect, just that you prefer your own company to anyone’s. You walk just long enough for roses to bloom in your cheeks, for all thought to be swept away in… Continue reading
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Along The Way: Poems for the Wayward
2024 Nautilus Silver Medal Winner “A stunning collection that embraces both the sensuality and the profound meaning of small moments.” –Kirkus Reviews Continue reading
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Digesting Memories: Of Food and Family
“In the archipelago of habitual behavior, sometimes we island-hop, sometimes we get stranded.” Continue reading
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Geese Flying Over
It’s the middle of January, what are you doing here? I ask this of both myself and the geese as I rise to the shallows of dreaming and break the surface. Oh, right, they’re Canadian. This is south for them, and my own reasons are not so simple. It is a lonesome sound, their squawking,… Continue reading
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Valentine ~ A Love Letter to V
You’ve lived here for time out of mind, between u and w, given of yourself, yet been grievously overlooked toward the back of the line, fifth-to-last, always in twenty-second place. Without you, no love, no forgiveness, no reverie. No vertigo, velvet, voodoo. Verses, violins, viticulture. No need for vaccinations, because – no viruses or variants.… Continue reading
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Peace I Leave With You
May you ever walk in kindness, be it a walk of haste or of leisure – peace I leave with you. If you find gold in the stream may you throw it back – peace I leave with you. May your hands be generous, your words be ever gentle – peace I leave with you.… Continue reading
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This Winter Morning
Reluctance to leave the envelope of bed, reluctance. But the whirring and humming, revving of the mind (faithful engine, reliable horse) harasses the body into obedience, and for good reason. There is wood to cut, snow to shovel, ice to melt, water to boil, pots to be washed, plans to be drawn, ragged roads to… Continue reading
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Plants and Animals
If I were a plant, I might arrive at silence and stillness a little more gracefully. I might meditate with greater success. If I were a plant, I think you would find that – impossible as it seems – I am both an annual and a perennial. Both evergreen and deciduous, succulent and garden flower,… Continue reading
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Fellow Travelers
There is more than one world. Turn your attention now, away from the one that is always trying to sell you something, for time is short and you have work to do. Befriend yourself, settle into a homecoming, apprentice yourself to the dear friend of your own curiosity, to a sense of belonging, a familiarity… Continue reading
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