• poetry

    lenten journal: palm reader

    by  • March 8, 2017 • lenten journal, poetry • 5 Comments

    palm reader I’ve been staring at my palm: the little litany of lines that runs from wrist to thumb, the deep-rutted roads like poorly-planned highways across a desert of aging skin— dry riverbeds: canyons carved by age and action, crossed and connected by the lesser lines, faded reminders of days when dreams roamed these...

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    advent journal: mise en place

    by  • December 5, 2016 • advent journal, poetry • 1 Comment

    Today was one of those days that didn’t have much on the schedule going into it, and yet was filled with unexpected moments I felt I had prepared for, somehow, which sent me back to a fragment of a poem I had hung on to, which I ended up finishing this way. Mis en place...

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    advent journal: limited perspective

    by  • December 2, 2016 • advent journal, hope, poetry • 1 Comment

    limited view Somewhere in the soundtrack of my life these words broke in: “the things we are bounded by make us capable of excellence.” Not bound like a prisoner— shackled—but bounded, perhaps even boundaried: put the rails up on the lane and we all throw more strikes. Freedom, at its finest is more than...

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    tell me a story

    by  • September 13, 2016 • family, grief, poetry • 7 Comments

    It’s a little after sunrise, an early autumn morning— a chill of hope in the air; the sunrise is the color of stories. Today is your birthday. I’m still keeping count though you are no longer celebrating: eighty-eight. I live in a house you never visited, in a town you never saw; I have...

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    quiet time

    by  • September 3, 2016 • change, grief, hope, poetry • 8 Comments

    I have been quiet for a long time, I know. One of these things I learned about myself is I grew weary of feeling I needed to respond to the issues of the day—and by “needed” I mean allowing myself the luxury of thinking I had something that had to be said. I stay...

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    a new old poem

    by  • May 12, 2016 • family, gardening, home, poetry • 9 Comments

    I spent the day in the yard installing the arbor and planting the climbing roses I got Ginger for her birthday. As I sat in the back yard, resting before finishing dinner, I thought of a poem I wrote as we settled into the house on Trinity, preparing for Ginger’s parents to move in with...

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