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“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 once could take no human weight – We were students then… Continue reading
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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, seeming for a brief moment to consider me as something vaguely… Continue reading
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Circles
If I didn’t have to go to work today, I’d write a clever turn-of-phrase or a cryptic suggestion only you would understand the meaning of. I’d spend my time among the dead, paying my respects with a few well-put-together lines destined to become a classic. I’d write a poem for you because you’ve been on… Continue reading
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How To Carry Soup
“Time now to gather the wild grain of yourself, kindle the spark of yourself…” Continue reading
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Beep Beep!
The state trooper walked so slowly up to my driver’s side window, it had to have been deliberate. Either that, or he was trying to mimic what he’d seen in all those Looney Tunes cartoons he’d watched as a boy. The only sounds were those of July cicadas, one other passing car, and the trooper’s… Continue reading
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Connecting Poetry With Song
Two powerful songs that resonate just as much now as they did decades ago Continue reading
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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 necessary creative way for me to understand the world, my own… Continue reading
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Nine Machetes and an Earring
When I was a boy, one of the things I loved most was a collection of 45-records, passed on to my Grandma Ruth from her dad’s jukebox and pinball machine business Keystone Amusement based in Silverton, a small Oregon town in the Willamette valley an hour’s drive south of Portland. In the 1950’s and 60’s,… Continue reading
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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 visit to Yosemite National Park, when three friends and I were… Continue reading
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