Writer. Demand Poet.
Arriving at the fair, this annual trek we
Take to the hills of central Connecticut
I marvel again at the size of the whole
Ordeal, the mounds of raw chicken
Cooking in even rows
The art projects
Sorted by medium… Read the rest “The Wilderness Inside”
Poem for April 1
Lying flat on the grass,
Crushing the blades
I am a bookmark between
The earth and all that is above.
“You are not looking UP,â€
I once read. “Imagine you can
Step out into the stars. … Read the rest “I am a bookmark”
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confused geese pass invisible overhead.
puffed air swallows the hilltop in a bank of
steam. Â my pores open in this transient
warm air mass.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If … Read the rest “steam – #smallstone – day 6”
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Six pressure-treated boxes in the backyard.
Cubical quadrilaterals waiting under
A flat snow. We aren’t always a
Summer jungle of tomato vines.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to … Read the rest “Boxes – #smallstone – Day 3”
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helleborus in a washed-out chinese-food tin;
her spiked hearts and freckled petals
turning towards the pane.
Yesterday
I marveled at your shades of pale viridescence.
Today
I wonder ‘how long before the blooms fall?’
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â … Read the rest “Helleborus – #smallstone – Day 2”