Trees
How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...
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Oct 8, 2018
Wisdom I’ve Borrowed from Friends
I have been highly blessed to have known wise women during my lifetime. What a difference they have made. Sometimes they appeared one at...
Sep 24, 2018
If You Died First, What Would You Want Me to Do?
Jimmy, my husband, actually posed this question in the truck. I laughed and changed the topic. I could not deal with it at the time....
Dec 4, 2017
Falling
The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up. A holy thing. My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them....
Jul 31, 2017
Anger at Self
Almost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...
Dec 19, 2016
Brokenness
It’s ten days before Christmas, coldness has settled its haunches in our valley again, and things are breaking: the gas line that comes...
Nov 7, 2016
Ugly, Beautiful
My art teacher placed paper and pencil in front of me. Then she arranged a few zinnias and put the vase on the table. Her instruction was...
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