Tag Archives: Poetry

Calendar

The stack of books on my bedside table is always precarious. Once in awhile, I clear it down to the bare minimum and stack the books neatly, but like rising bread dough, it grows back, alluring and top heavy. At … Continue reading

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magazine

Serendipity is wiser than owls or oak trees. That’s a lot of wisdom. More cunning than coyotes? Possibly, but wisdom and chance take a different stance. They stand outside the rules of the game. A win is not that different … Continue reading

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paintbrush

for Leonard Cohen Like a pen, like a violinist’s bow, like a voice, like the expression of fingertips, like lighting in a photograph or dynamics in a symphony, like fingerprints, like footsteps, like feathers, like every single sunset and every … Continue reading

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Glass

‘There are certain words a poem should never use.’ ‘Hmm…’ I started to make a list of the usual suspects: very, many, really, magic, fluffy, rainbow, always, invisible –  ‘Yes.  Apparently shard is verboten.  And,’ raising an eyebrow and tilting … Continue reading

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