Tag: 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”

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… Continue Reading “Circles”

Connecting Poetry With Song

Two powerful songs that resonate just as much now as they did decades ago

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”

Changing Stones to Feathers

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that before you can get down to the nitty-gritty business of saving the world, you must tackle yourself, tend to yourself, save yourself, overcome yourself – so you can get out of your own way and just be yourself. … Continue Reading “Changing Stones to Feathers”

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