I opened The Atlantic to see what was new and saw this title “We Have To Grieve Our Lost Good Days.” Before I could click the link I was writing a poem in my head, so I quit clicking and went to writing. Now I will go back and read the article. we have to…
Ginger and I were vaccinated last Saturday. The site was the Mohegan Sun Casino in Uncasville, Connecticut, about forty-five minutes from Guilford. Which vaccine you get is quite random around here. Turns out we got the Johnson and Johnson one, which is a single dose. Along with feeling safer, I feel deeply grateful, and also…
Between a recuperating pup who has left us a bit sleep deprived, a work load that has been unrelenting, and the ongoing wear and tear of the pandemic, I found myself looking for words to say tired. word search I’ve been told the Inuit have fifty-something words for snow its actually more like ten the…
Spring training games started this week. I turned on the Red Sox and saw a whole roster full of names I didn’t know. Most of my favorite players over the past few years are gone for one reason or another. Thank goodness baseball and poetry (and spring) all go well together. spring training the ground…
My days have been full and my words have been hard to find, so tonight I’m borrowing from others. As I began looking for songs, I had in mind to play Bruce Cockburn’s “Pacing the Cage” and then remembered Jimmy Buffett’s amazing cover of the song, which seemed to be the one to share tonight….
We’ve got tickets for an online concert and conversation between Lyle Lovett and Vince Gill tonight. We had seen him at least once every year of our marriage until the pandemic killed live music. to be in the room it was early February long ago a first date in an ice storm my Tercel rose…
In my reading this week, I came across these words: If we’re not to lose heart in the aftermath of failures, we must take care how we tell our stories. — (Lawrence Weinstein, Grammar for a Full Life: How the Ways We Shape a Sentence Can Limit or Enlarge Us) His words helped me find…
“. . . and I was persuaded, and remain confirmed, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.” –William Blake anger management when it comes to indignation I’ve mostly seen the righteous kind –moral outrage–then today I heard a new phrase, at least to me, though Blake said it long ago ….
Lila she got a special walk around the green this morning she didn’t know why anymore than she understood that breakfast never came just a car ride to her least favorite parking lot where I handed her over to a kind tech who spoke sweetly and led her away after I told her it would…
sentenced picture yourself as a word in a sentence that runs on for miles one that falls between before and after picture the moment when the reader spoke you into being in a phrase of relationship your whole life a word made flesh picture yourself as a word among words in the library of love…