May in Maine finds the gardens still at their beginnings. The forsythia still have not quite gone from sunny yellows to greens and the... Read More
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… on this mother’s day morning
It’s early when I step onto the porch. The air is silent and still, infused with the notion of leftover moonlight. The first bird... Read More
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… on breakfast sounds (poem)
Breakfast Sounds They are ambient… the people Chairs pulled out, scooched in Napkins unfolded onto laps Babes reaching for everything Shiny spoons offered As distractions,... Read More
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… on serendhoppity
A few weeks ago, I got a call from a very important Niece who happens to be the Mom of two very important Practice... Read More
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… on waking up on maine’s midcoast
Nearly every morning, when I wake up, the bed covers have been kicked, tossed, and otherwise molded into a loden cloud of duvet and... Read More
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… on gatherings (floral and faunal)
This morning I went outside to perform my very first garden chore of the season. I dug into the Potting-slash-Writing Room tool drawer, selecting... Read More
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… on boat and people stories
Right now and about an hour’s drive northeast of here, in the not-quite freezing waters of the Atlantic, pieces of a special wooden boat... Read More
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… on quiet glee
Fresh scone… raspberry jam… clotted cream. Free formed pottery plate, crystalized glaze, warm and deep… knife shared with friends and family often, over many... Read More
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… on yawns from screams
Small round snowflakes float on air Bouncing, Seuss-like, here… and there. All the while the blue sky beams And I dream of yawns replacing... Read More
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… on the who outside the bathroom door
Late this morning, I was in the bathroom with, I’m ashamed to say, my phone, when I saw the screen light up with a... Read More
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… on who transcended who
In the midst of a holiday season that sprinkled warmth and joy with pandemical particulates in each of our peripheral visions… A text. Two... Read More
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… on yours, mine, and ours
I have said (well, typed), more than once on these pages, that no one – not me or you or that guy over there... Read More