Listening to Alabama Shakes, Drinking a GnT, a poem inspired by Brittany Howard
After a couple of weeks mulling it over, this week’s article on the fierce and brave Brittany Howard in the New Yorker put me over the…
After a couple of weeks mulling it over, this week’s article on the fierce and brave Brittany Howard in the New Yorker put me over the…
I Don’t Remember Just let me forget, blankness be okay, the page be empty as I wish to be right now, as I am. Hollow for…
Along this path Along this path, over winter, limbs, Branches and whole trees fell. It looks as though this has been Happening for years, some logs…
Turns out I had been it’s lighthouse, Not the rocks I thought I’d guided It away from. No. My safe harbor Mocked bell bottoms and Dixie…
By my side, the birch staff, Ready for agency To move the burning brush or To help me up the hill One more time The readiness…
Mary Oliver, American Primitive, Color Trilogy White Forest (following The Bobcat) In the white forest, do we get lost Or do we find the branch from…
I am tired and caught myself wondering today, “Is this real?” Yes. Yesterday, I read one of the Sailors from the Theodore Roosevelt died and a…
You would think that they would be perspicacious Wise and way ahead of the curve But it comes as no surprise to any of us These…
Along this path, over winter, limbs, Branches and whole trees fell. It looks as though this has been Happening for years, some logs Brittle as you…
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Sally packed devilled eggs—something she usually hated to take on a picnic, because they were so messy. Ham sandwiches,…