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Sometimes the questions get asked and asked and never find answers. Sometimes, time does its magical work and makes the asking of the questions less than urgent, even relevant. What is below was written a good while back. I would like to think I have made peace since then with some of this angst and churn. And age fifty now begins to seem like a long time (nearly two decades!) ago…
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Out the window, Wednesday, there’s still life, flora and fauna, chittering nut hatches, bleating red-tailed squirrels. One of my cats sits at the base of a Doug fir, waiting, hoping, but the odds are against him, just like they are against me, too, in spite of all my pretending that I’ll figure it out, find the answer, we end up the same, dead in the end…
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In June of 2015, my first full-length poetry collection, Every Door Recklessly Ajar, was published by Cayuga Lake Books of Ithaca, New York. A few months later in August, Mountain Writers hosted a book launch and reading for me at Vie de Bohème…
Below is a found poem that was part of a Zoom memorial service celebration for a neighbor during the isolating years of the pandemic. I created it from the amazing trove of gratitude posts my neighbor made over the years before she was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer…
Seven and deadly and, still, sadly, beyond relevant today.
1. wealth without work.
2. pleasure without conscience.
3. knowledge without character. …
A poem today, actually. Love this one.
Love After Love
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
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Who would have thought that painting on clear sheets of Duralar acrylic that are then cut and secured into place with platforms of wood and small pins could be such an affecting sculptural installation? But, indeed, they were…
After two weeks in the Finger Lakes region of central New York, tonight was a literary love-fest at The Waypost in North Portland. Six women reading their work with or without hipster-fresh-squeezed margaritas. The beat does, indeed, go on even when it is 71 degrees outside
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Miss Scarlet makes it to finalist in a first book competition a.k.a., yet again the bridesmaid, never the bride? Seriously, not at all a bad thing that my poetry manuscript, Miss Scarlet in the Library with a Rope, made it to finalist in the 2013 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award
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My poem, “Climate Change Primer I, Sunshine State Bellwether” was chosen by Gathering Crows to be showcased as part of their November 2013 multimedia exhibition, Unnatural Acts: Crimes Against Mother Nature…
