Considering the notion that, the further we go through life, hopefully we learn to move on from what lies behind us, both good things as well as bad, having learned from it all.
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New poem, “Travel Light”
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New poem, “Midwinter Night”
I love how clear the stars often are this time of year, something about the cold makes them seem brighter. Sometimes you can see other wonders, too, if you only look up and wait long …
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New poem, “The Outside Line”
Imagining how sometimes the people and experiences we encounter in life can arrive seemingly out of nowhere, throwing us off-balance, whether or not they turn out to be positive ones. Learning to steer by what’s …
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New poem, “Trespass”
Dreaming a bit about taking a trip to Scotland one day, which I recently learned has no such laws. Quite a contrast to this country, where ownership and possession are so highly prized.
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New poem, “Signposts”
Thinking about the hard things we go through, and how sometimes they can actually end up helping others. This happens to me a lot as a nurse, people telling me their stories, and then I …
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New poem, “True North”
As the evening closes in, I’m contemplating the past – times both joyful and difficult- and thinking ahead to the coming new year, and new decade, really, and hoping it’s a great one for us …
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New short poem, “Open Canvases”
Thinking today about the landscape of Missouri where I grew up. I used to love the ever-changing palette of sky, so vast and easily visible in flat, open places like ones in the Midwest, where …
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New poem, “Shiny Objects”
“Shiny Objects” – some cautionary thoughts as we count down the days until Christmas. So many are still out searching for that perfect something (or someone). I’m pretty sure neither exists except in our imaginations, …
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New poem, “Boundless”
Thinking about how often the different parts of myself and my life can seem to contradict each other, yet there’s room for everything to grow.
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New poem, “Morning Blooms”
One of the reasons to wake up early is watching the sun come up, especially when it so often turns gray these days. That low winter light, short as it may be, is all the …
Jacqlyn Thorne 