All those hours, maybe wasted Spent instead –Blackness or blankness– Sorting memory// Organizing me. Day 1, July, A River of Stones.
Tag: AROS
A Small Stone Late
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I agreed with myself that I would write a small stone for Fiona and Kaspa on their wedding day, which was June 18. What with the whirlwhind of (fill in list of excuses here), the entire weekend disappeared somewhere. I didn’t realize that I’d even forgotten until today, driving, I heard Mary Chapin Carpenter singing “Late For…
pay attention: a river of stones – Now on Sale!
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I was thrilled that Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita selected one of my small stones to be published in their beautiful anthology… and here it is! pay attention: a river of stones is available is three formats: a stunning collectible hardcover (of course, I willsign your copy for you!); lusciously affordable paperback; and easy-peasy, ultra-portable, great-for-the-subway…
Small Fry in Big World
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The Entire World – Small Stone You see “small”– But me, Mom, This Smoothie We Contain The Entire World
Stop Everything
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Betty cat sidles up Shoves her way in Lolls under my firm pressure Kneading my gut. Telling me with toenails uncut… Stop working, stop everything– Make more… Make more love.
A Poem to Those Who Love Me
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Make the day pause, A top all done now the spinning: But not yet toppled. If (for just one day) I am the morning sun, Then You are the luscious hills I peek over; The refracting air dew –In winter, air’s mirror– And that single ecstatic Songbird rambling Her grocery list. And if, At noontime,…
AROS 6
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Montrous Snow peaks, huddled at Road edges, yard edges Crowd the winter in. Barely room for me to slither by In my repressed Town & Country. I remember you, snow, as Individual, unique Flakes, and I feel The same lonely.
AROS #4
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Beautiful Man in Black pea coat– Long strides– You are a Boy, only Just grown.
On Rivers of Stone
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Tomorrow I start teaching again which would normally make me feel as though I am lost to free time for a few months. But, I love teaching. And I love my tutoring job, and I love the time I spend with my students and colleagues on campus, where, for the few peanuts tossed to me,…
AROS #1
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AROS #1 All the power of DAY– Light To discern and distinguish Light To construct the concrete world Compose ephemeral meaning, All pulsing In one Hair thin Filament.
