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January Small Stones #6: Foreshadowing
It’s been a week-long dry spell. It sounds like spring, saws shrieking, children laughing, chasing; their ruddy cheeks are shiny fruits of winter. A man balances on a ladder, perched like a happy bird. Wind sings and whips my hair. … Continue reading
August Meditations/Poem #7: Summer Soliloquy
These days of gleaming which pry us from our small interior lives are losing power now. High in trees dangle leaves that prepare to let go and slip through my fingers, scatter and heap upon welcoming earth. Where are the burnished faces … Continue reading
April Interlude/Poem #3: Neighborhood Fences
A neighbor begrudges morning its constancy, the days flying in her face with a welcome she cannot bear, robins disturbing with their disregard and communal joy. Light is a magnifying glass that makes everything more daunting with colors revealed in … Continue reading