• poetry

    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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    muscle memory

    by  • April 26, 2016 • friends, music, poetry • 5 Comments

    muscle memory dishwashing always needs a soundtrack so I let my phone play deejay and the next thing I knew I was chewing on a piece of grass walking down the road even though we ain’t go money there’s a place in the world for a gambler so dance with me ‘cause oz never...

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    nature walk

    by  • April 24, 2016 • community, grief, poetry • 0 Comments

    nature walk a few days ago we started our twenty-seventh year following the path among the stones along the shore until stopped by the barrier set to  protect the nesting plovers today we spent a sunny afternoon walking down to our little harbor and then back down unfamiliar streets past people in unprotected neighborhoods as they...

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    penultimate

    by  • April 20, 2016 • hope, love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    penultimate it was the night before though I suppose I could say it was the last night but that is not how I’ve ever thought of it nothing was ending everything was beginning we gathered everyone we could think of in the fellowship hall to tell stories eat barbecue and mark the moment nothing...

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