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HONEY OUT OF THE ROCK I need to live like that crooked tree — / solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free — / that knelt down in the hardest winds // but could not be blasted away. / It kept its eye on the far horizon / and brought honey out of the rock. – Green…
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Dwelled Planet I thought at one point, if you could be up in heaven, this is how you would see the planet. And then I dwelled on that and said, no, it’s more beautiful than that. This is what heaven must look like. I think of our planet as a paradise. We are very…
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Early For Spring Seems like it happens each winter: I wake one morning and hear spring. Too much light in sound, in winged singing and commotion, a clarity in the air released from previous melted muting snow. Focus and intention I’m not yet ready for, now, early February. What stirs me most each time I…
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MAGIC TREE We’re wrapping lights around the Maple. Tightly, so when night alights outside we won’t see a cloud, but the tree, her gracious, spreading skeleton. When you mention that across the street, earlier, Steve hung his decorations — icicles framing his roof — I remember you’ve already told me this. I didn’t grasp until…
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Here’s a poem I wrote more than several years ago around this time of year. I’m sharing it in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. WHISKEY-PROOF Not because I need its deep heat, or mindful spice − it’s not replenishing I want but something more potent, bottled up and dangerous − to singe the sweetness…
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Some nights, I sit for hours watching the backyard fence, what golden light it holds still for a moment as, on the other side, cars rush by. The fence posts seem to catch and release each car, like sheet by sheet of animation drawings. Headlights gush open each framed space and proceed up the street,…
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Driving back from St. Louis, I noticed a sign advertising an “exclusive” neighborhood: lakeside chalets set apart from the surrounding communities. While the photo of the area looked rustic, wooded and serene, I couldn’t get past the word, exclusive. I thought of scarcity, something closed. Then I thought of its opposite: inclusive, abundance, something open.…
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Three years ago last night, or sometime before that night, someone, in the company of an adorable, tiny, filthy, ear-mite-ridden, wounded-lip kitten, left that kitten – the veterinarian would later presume − in front of a neighborhood. The kitten spent at least Halloween night on his own in a world full of cars and kids…
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In a conversation recently, I brought up my sadness over the upcoming change in this country’s leadership. This isn’t about politics; more, it’s about atmosphere. The woman I was talking with shares that sadness, and we discussed how to handle it. She suggested that instead of being sorrowful for the way the impending leader has…
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Last winter, I decided to find out how a snowflake forms. So fantastical, when immersed in a cloud of bright gray, to suddenly notice a single crystal, and then another, and see how the two are so alike and yet not at all the same. A snowflake, as it turns out, is a mineral. It…
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