Category: Poetry

These Particular Blues

It was one of those days when the movie of your life should have won an Academy award for best screenplay.  The twists and turns knocked everyone out, the plot was as tight as high-end waterproof luggage, and the soundtrack matched how everyone felt… Continue Reading “These Particular Blues”

Dear Diary

You must not complain about dust.  Dust becomes cloud becomes rain becomes forest becomes life, so you must not complain about dust as you wipe it from a table, books, shelves. May there be an empty space in the palm of my hand, where… Continue Reading “Dear Diary”

Now and Again

“Now we return to the lily”

Making Conversation

Turn over the stone of what is not true to discover what is possible…

Many Rivers

You have known many takers, known many givers, walked many pathways, crossed many rivers.  Maybe you’ve known a husband or two, some lovers or wives.  You’ve died a few deaths, lived a few lives. You have been a seeker, you have been a finder, you have found… Continue Reading “Many Rivers”

“Gratitude To Old Teachers” by Robert Bly

“Gratitude To Old Teachers” – Robert Bly When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake, We place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked.  But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers? Water that… Continue Reading ““Gratitude To Old Teachers” by Robert Bly”

Winter Things

The cardinal, for one, content to go about his business.  The fox, for another, at ease for the moment in his auburn jacket.  The groundhog, wisely putting off her errands until March, depending on the weather.  The soft gaze of the doe regarding me,… Continue Reading “Winter Things”

How To Carry Soup

“Time now to gather the wild grain of yourself, kindle the spark of yourself…”

A Short Interview

A brief interview about poetry with Homebound Publications: HB: Why did you start writing poetry? CMR: I’m not sure which is more true: if I began writing poetry, or if poetry began writing me. All I know is, at some point, it became a… Continue Reading “A Short Interview”

A Tribute to the Ashokan Farewell

Of a Particular Piece of North American Music                       (Ashokan Farewell, Jay Ungar, 1982) Listen to the Ashokan Farewell   Its first       utterances     stir me, open, display, flatten      me, as if            I were a… Continue Reading “A Tribute to the Ashokan Farewell”

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