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Dec 31, 2018
Climbing Upward
On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...
Dec 24, 2018
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...
Dec 17, 2018
Looking for Christmas
Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...
Nov 19, 2018
Giving Thanks in the Midst of Smoke
I am blessed to know a woman with the attitude of gratitude. Her name is Mary Kathryn Marcom. She lives north of San Francisco where...
Mar 19, 2018
Goodness
She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...
Jan 9, 2017
Kiddie Songs
My niece, on Christmas break from college, has been visiting for a few days. She has been sick with the crud. I notice how she lets...
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...
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