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...

Announcement!

I have an exciting announcement: I will be joining Lisa Deam at The Contemplative Writer this year!  Each week, I will be contributing to the Friday Favorites post, and I will be contributing a post or article each month. I hope you’ll join me there– and...

Article at Redbud Post

Read my article at the Redbud Post…. You Rock, Abigail Once upon a time, there was a woman whose name was Abigail. Abigail not only was beautiful, but also very wise. Abigail was the apple of her parents’ eyes. They delighted to watch her grow in grace and...

Streams of Amber (poem)

Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and ambered grace of grains transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day...

Scenes from a Lake

Summer means a trip to a lake. If you look carefully in the right third and about 2/3 way down, you’ll see a redwing blackbird sitting on these tall grasses or reeds. And of course, what lake visit isn’t complete without a giant pink flamingo floatie big...