Cusp
CUSP September twenty fourth in New England. Dusk. Still so green. So green. Only an occasional leaf—— more rarely an entire tree——given over to change. “Some things change and some stay the same,” I told my son when his father and I separated. “Love stays the same....
Interrupted By War, A Poem
When I was old enough, my mother showed me
a picture of her father she had shredded—
tucking the tiny pieces into her bra
to keep them hidden during The War.
Wanting Words
I want to share “WANTING WORDS” with you in case you might enjoy it and, also, in case sharing it might inspire you to share what you may have kept hidden, whether your writing or some other form of expression.
A Leaf’s Prayer
Events in my life of late have been leading me to contemplate prayer quite a bit. I thought I would share some inspiration on this subject as I find and revel in it, starting with a poem by Mary Oliver called “Praying, from her book, “THIRST, and another…
