Prayer Of Thanks
-How it comes all of sudden, lightning being perhaps too precise a description, maybe thunder gathering itself in the …
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My Poet For Today
I will be listening to and reading the poetry of Mary Oliver today…here is a taste of what I will …
Flying Day
When a solitary pasture appears, spread like a painted fan, my eyes are newborn. The world is color and light. …
Take Care
There is power in seeming certain – danger also. When the Witch is dead you will be held to account …
Autumn
When there is nothing left to say I will brush the cobwebs from my soul, this rusted dented old soul. …
My Poet For Today…
I will be listening to and reading Andrea Gibson’s poetry today…thought I would share a bit of what I’m experiencing… …
Upon Finding The Wine Cellar Dry…
A Question Of Loyalty Loyalty to what? …to a rag of certain colors? What could be more ridiculous? …
Burst*
Coltsfoot and saltpeter go off like fireworks when the mix is right and a spark is applied; the way the …
Dust To Dust
The sky is parched. The landscape is scorched. Brown and gray hang in the air suspended on shimmering wire. At …
Tinted Images
I remember tinted images yellow and stained in old wooden frames. The glass was scratched and wavy. They sat on …
Poetry on the run 