Drawn From a Deep Well

I am writing about writing in my piece just published at The Perennial Gen! It was actually an essay I wrote for the Breathe Writer’s conference– it was one of two winning essays that was published in their journal, Exhale.  *** Writing often feels like I...

A New Year’s Eve Reflection

On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...

December Solstice (a poem)

December Solstice Solstice darkness persists longer than sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home. Electromagnetic radiation warms cool blue earth, invisibly touches my skin. In the...

A Thanksgiving Memory

Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....

Treasures from the Tree Maker

  Abscission (noun)* the act of cutting off; sudden termination. Botany. the normal separation of flowers, fruit, and leaves from plants. The Tree From a place deep within itself, the autumn tree bursts forth in glorious color, and shows a different face of its...

A World With Octobers

As October winds down (and it has been a beautifully mild October!), and as we head into colder weather, I am reminded of this quote: I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Here are some photos I took...

Long Night of Struggle (my post at TCW)

“It is clear we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance. We can be sure of very little, but the need to court...

“Into the Beautiful…”

1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...

Porch Swing in September

Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...

Three Poetry Contests

Friends, I wanted to bring to your attention three poetry contests: Dignity not Detention – A prize of $500 and publication in Poetry International will be given for a single poem written for refugees currently being detained pending their hearings. (A similar...