a book on every bed

Uncategorized Dec 04, 2019

The other day my good friend, Donna, told me of an encounter she had in the post office while waiting in line.  She and another woman in the queue were discussing online shopping and kindle readers, and the other woman mentioned that there was a woman in her neighborhood who gives out books...

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family dog

Uncategorized Nov 27, 2019

She warmed me while in my bed I nestled,
Not quite a woman, nor a little child,
As fraught with insecurities, I wrestled. 

With soulful eyes and gentle disposition
Her sojourn in our midst was comfort mild;
She offered me her love without condition.

She grew me up, brought solace to my heart,

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Uncategorized Nov 20, 2019

 You made your choice;
         I made my choice.
                    Your choice did
     not make me choose to love
 you less, but if I choose to question
 you about your choice

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the beginning of you

Uncategorized Nov 13, 2019


The sheets are ironed flat
and warmed in an effort
to make him "as comfortable as possible";
the procedure is routine,
though not his routine, nothing like,
and on the gurney he knows that there is
nothing more that he can do, that nothing
that he's done so far is adequate
to the task ahead.



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Who mourns the grim mortician?

Uncategorized Nov 06, 2019

Here’s my late contribution of a Halloween poem.  Boo!

Who mourns the grim mortician,
That dour, sour presence?
So humorless, refusing any
Mirth at things unpleasant. 

So trained to keep a somber
Look at death's unpleasantries.
Who cries in his crematorium
While donned in widow's...

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walls and fences

Uncategorized Oct 30, 2019

Poet Mary Oliver wrote, “I am not a traveler…I do know the way to the grocery store, and I can get that far.  The simples of our lives:  bread, fruit, vegetables.”

That is me in a nutshell.  I am a micro thinker, living in a macro world.  I am consumed and...

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ordering my day

Uncategorized Oct 23, 2019

I’ve been journaling all my life.  But over the years my journaling has taken different forms.  For awhile I would read scripture and then rewrite the verse in the first person, putting myself into the prayer of a psalm or into the story. 

Over the last few years, my journals...

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morning with my grandkids

Uncategorized Oct 16, 2019

A bunny sits sunning in the early morning dews,
The chipmunk flits and darts from under two canoes,
A rooster is calling us with cockle-doodle-dos,
And plaintive is the song of mourning doves' coos.

The dogwood barks, and the cowslip moos,
The weeping willow sobs with loud boo-hoos,
The sanddab sits...

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last lines

Uncategorized Oct 09, 2019

Sometimes I love
an opening line,
flashing brilliant,
glorious annunciation,

but more often
it is the last line,
final exhale of words,
that grabs me by the throat

choking tears
from my surprised eyes,
like lights
coming on at the close of day, 

illuminating the bridge
to sleep, and to dreams
that are...

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the last gasp of summer

Uncategorized Oct 02, 2019

As the summer days wind down,
the sunlight slices shadows
across the hay-baled meadows,
and ferns curl up, brittle-brown; 

as summer waves its goodbye
the monarchs ascend like kings
on their regal, stained glass wings,
catching currents wafting high;

as summer gimps to its end
the turtles scrabble...

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