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Haiku Summer Dear readers, I thought that I should give you fair warning that my poetry group is beginning a summer reading of the book Haiku – the sacred art, A Spiritual Practice in Three Lines by Margaret D. McGee. … Continue reading →

Summer 1970 – 13 – On a dare “It’s not true.” “Yes it is.” “Prove it.” White hoods White cloaks Hiding hoodlums Reel to reel Blaring Hatred Like Horror Night At the Drive In Movies Cross burning In the darkness … Continue reading →

My Soul Has a Voice My soul has a voice, And I am grateful For her. Even though I am Unaccustomed to Listening. At first I would Tell her to be quiet. Don’t make a fuss. Don’t mess up my … Continue reading →

Resurrection Song My first walk in the woods without her. So happy for this beautiful day, and the healing foot That now carries me. I wasn’t expecting to be stung by her absence. Her death was so natural. It was … Continue reading →

Still Healing Still healing heart – Years of un-numbing as Tiny tears dance at the Edges of my eyes. Still healing foot – Forced grounding. Still healing soul – Ancient work. Still trying to own my voice – A hard … Continue reading →

The Time of Celebration Arrives Through her iridescent white gown Overlaid with the delicate lace of fine snowflakes Spring’s first light Gently claims her moment. Her movement creating undulating ribbons On the velvety slate lake above the dam. Mossy greenness … Continue reading →

His Vision Fails Him – or – Is It Mine? He wants to clean Out his garage. Should I let him? I keep telling him, “No – No – No you can’t.” He’ll bring those old Knives back in the … Continue reading →

They Tell Us It Will Come! Oh! Oh! Oh! There they are! What joy! What precious Hope they Bring! Less than one Quarter inch they are. After this frozen, Exhaustive, Bludgeoning Winter. Pushing sweetly through The ugly chain link fence … Continue reading →

They Tell Us It Will Come! Oh! Oh! Oh! There they are! What joy! What precious Hope they Bring! Less than one Quarter inch they are. After this frozen, Exhaustive, Bludgeoning Winter. Pushing sweetly through The ugly chain link fence … Continue reading →

Four Vases Four vases Rest in the drain board – Black, Yellow, White, My grandmother’s beautiful crystal. Two-dozen red roses – Some to compost, Some lovingly Drying in a bowl On my Aunt Clara’s Crocheted tablecloth On my dining room … Continue reading →