the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

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If This Is Paradise The true mystery of the world is the visible . . .                                                   ...
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Emily D!

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Love - is anterior to Life - Posterior - to Death - Initial of Creation, and   The Exponent of Earth - Emily Dickinson **************...
Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Happy Birthday Week to Mary Oliver!

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The Ponds Every year the lilies are so perfect I can hardly believe their lapped light crowding the black, mid-summer ponds. Nobod...
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

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Mesquite “The mesquite’s root system is the deepest documented; a live root was discovered in a copper mine over 160 feet below the surfa...
Wednesday, August 31, 2011

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At Balmorhea State Park History matters, but if you thought about all the lives entangled in twenty-four million gallons a day, you’d go...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The wednesday poem on wednesday!

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Our Valley We don’t see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay of this valley,...
Thursday, August 18, 2011

Wednesday poem on Thursday!

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Ode to My Hands Five-legged pocket spiders, knuckled starfish, grabbers of forks, why do I forget that you love me: your willingness to...
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