Here is a brief, bright poem for the spring equinox. Nature reminds me daily that it moves through its own rhythms regardless of human beings, and though that makes me feel very small sometimes, it …
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New poem, “Small Glories”
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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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Greeting the New Year
After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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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, “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 …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Faces in the water
I went on an early winter hike today through the woods around Lake Bonita, a small lake on the outskirts of Moreau State Park. No boats, not even kayaks, are allowed there, though fishing is …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Like falling water
I expected a dinosaur to step out at any moment, it was a place so otherworldly to me.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: To catch the light
there is only that instant... when it returns... and I know such warmth again... when understanding dawns.
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THROUGH MY LENS: monarch memories
All it took was one small, beautiful moment to remind me.
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Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary... I'm waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
