Category: When the sun shines inside
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Gather Kindling
Saturday, I got word from Gather Kindling that a short poem of mine is going to appear in the March issue. When I first submitted this 3 line poem, I figured it was a long shot, but I did it anyway because I loved the idea of this “magazine.” I hope you check it out…
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Dutton + O'Farrell = O'Futton wedding
More wedding pictures! And by more I mean like MOOOOOOOOOOORE. Photos by Ryan Macdonald
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It's here! Menacing Hedge's Winter Edition 2012
I’m so proud and excited to be a part of the winter edition. Be sure to check out the Scary Bush portion where you can read some of my (and others) very first poems and wanderings and get a good chuckle. I really love that they do this – poets take themselves much too seriously…
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Naughty Nellie
The postcards on the wedding tables are over 100 years old, collected from Pat’s great grandma in her youth. Love cards, quick notes – what we have modernized as text messages and emails. But sending and receiving took patience. Patience I don’t think people have anymore. Nellie was her name. There is such an amazing…
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Why do adults lose that?
Yesterday, I watched a little girl prancing after her mother. It was raining lightly, her mother was rushed and the little girl skipped like she was attached with a loose pink ribbon, ignoring the hood on her jacket and looking up at the mist like it was dust from some fairy planet.
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Do you think there's love on the backside of a black hole?
Sometimes being in blogland webland makes me feel lost and unimportant, sitting in my own corner picking my toenails and popping up every so often to interject. I’ve always been that way, I think, more comfortable with a wall at my back to lean and curl into. I like to watch and listen and peep…
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Home
I’ve almost forgotten it’s Thanksgiving week. And then it occurred to me coming home from NYC on the bus as I watched a silvered couple get off in Panther Valley, hands full of flowers and luggage, embracing their daughter and grandchildren. It was sort of a beautiful thing to witness – coming home, coming to…
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Pruning
This coming Saturday I’ll be getting up at 4 am (an hour I think shouldn’t exist) to catch a plane. It’s West Water – 5 days on the Colorado River with nothing tethering me but sky and water. My phone shut off and locked in the truck, internet a useless invention next to fire. Pack…