Category: Poetry

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”

Bobcats and Big Sur

Reckoning appeared in the Winter 2020 issue of Stonecoast Review (University of Southern Maine).  This poem came about as an amalgam of a few different things that came together in my mind to create a snapshot of a character. The first was from a… Continue Reading “Bobcats and Big Sur”

Fritter in the Bookshop

Just because we’re sentimental about a household object that used to belong to a grandparent, doesn’t mean the dog won’t eat it while left at home alone all day.  To him, a coaster with the Notre-Dame cathedral painted on it is – while not… Continue Reading “Fritter in the Bookshop”

Zen

Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.    

Starlight Stay

Here’s a link to my poem Starlight Stay, currently appearing in The Adirondack Review. I wrote this in the middle of the night, up late writing, reading, listening to music, feeling vividly awake and energized.  It’s pretty out of character for me to stay… Continue Reading “Starlight Stay”

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