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Murmur

Murmur I’ve long come to realize that this is how I pray, these early morning writes. How, in this predawn stillness, I open to the page, setting onto it the mundane, the repetitive, the endless que... Read More

Primal

Happy Sunday morning and Happy Easter! My mother was born on Easter day, 1920. She died during Holy Week, 2015. She was an Easter kind of person. Her almost always cheerful disposition belied the trau... Read More

Solitude II

Solitude II The sun will rise soon, prefaced now by a glow, a streak of color beyond the trees on the far hill. This is all that matters now- the sound of the birds, the silence of the trees, and the ... Read More

How They Saved Me

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How They Saved Me My prayers of desperation were almost always centered around my children. Please. I beg You. Bargaining, even though I don’t believe in that sort of thing. I would have given my li... Read More

Source

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Source We are standing on dangerous ground, with leadership more interested in retaliation than policy, sewing fear and hate as a source of power. The continual chaos tears at us, rattles our brains. ... Read More

No Words

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I have no words this morning. I don’t have a poem to match the national tragedy we are experiencing every single day. It feels disrespectful to post anything else right now. It is shocking, terr... Read More

Once

Once Once upon a time, I was brand new. I saw faces, felt the touch, of people who loved me just for being born. I grew. I reached out for the green of the trees, the blue of the sky. I breathed in th... Read More

Math

Math All these years have passed and I still have the same repetitive dream. I am in college. It’s the end of semester and I realize there is a math class, calculus, trigonometry, a hard one, of cou... Read More

Breath

Breath In and out, in and out, in and out. In and out, tree and me, we breathe one another. Lung to leaf, she inhales my breath to build her body. Bronchioles branch, delivering her gift to all my cel... Read More

Changes

Changes We have lived in this house for so long that sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I half expect one child or another to peek around the corner. But they are all grown up now with their own... Read More