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HEIRLOOM

My mother is most beautiful after losing herself in her garden,on her knees, hands in the dark earth,tending gently to things growinghalf an acre from our house.Just beyond dusk, she’d walk…

LEGENDS MEET: MALALA AND GRETA

Two young women, who are already legends for their activism and leadership, met yesterday at Oxford University. Malala Yousafzai, now only 22 years of age, won the Nobel Peace Prize…

BUILDING ALTARS

Let us pick up the stones over which we stumble, friends,and build altars.-Pádraig Ó TuamaI keep listening to this poem, Oremus, that was read by Pádraig O'Tuama during a recent interview…

DIAL-A-POEM

How brilliant is this? Dial-A-Poem.To call in the United States, dial: 1 (641) 793-8122.I just called and got Charles Bukowski, reading his poem Cloud Nine.All peace to each one of…

ORIGIN #11

Which came first, my love? The night sky, or the fissure of light splitting it?So many years ago, at dinner, you said to me,just before we sat at the glass-topped table,after…

SANCTUARY

My work day closes with the delivery of this box containing the chapbook and amenities/makeup bag created from my poem, Sanctuary, which I was commissioned to write to commemorate the…

FIRST THOUGHT (#33)

First thought: Today the daylight is two minutes and seventeen seconds shorter than yesterday. Second thought: One open window to the air before sunrise, its hitch and chill; the raven…

DEGREE OF ILLUMINATION

Would you know the degree of illumination the moon was willing to bestow upon you if you turned your open face skyward to take her in? What if there was…

LET GO.

The apricot tree is so full of fruit that the branches have bent to the ground. One branch snapped off, jagged torn from the trunk. Sometimes part of us can…

ONLY OPEN

VERMEERIt’s not a sheltered world. The noise begins over there, on the other side of the wallwhere the alehouse iswith its laughter and quarrels, its rows of teeth, its tears,…

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