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

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sunday Surprise - Happy 82nd Birthday Dad!

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Vertical Perhaps the purpose of leaves is to conceal the verticality of trees which we notice in December as if for the first time: ...
Wednesday, February 22, 2012

February poems - Vodka & Snow

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To High Spirits You have taken the vodka That I was probably Saving for tomorrow. Go on and take it For there's more enterpris...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day! Mary Oliver & Marie Howe

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Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Three poems for St. Valentine's Day, in a PoMo Way

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The Quiet World In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has d...
Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Weight

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Two horses were put together in the same paddock. Night and day. In the night and in the day wet from heat and the chill of the wind on it. ...
Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Winter Twilight

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On a clear winter's evening The crescent moon And the round squirrels' nest In the bare oak Are equal planets.  Anne Porter
Saturday, January 21, 2012

New Year's

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Let other mornings honor the miraculous. Eternity has festivals enough. This is the feast of our mortality, The most mundane and human holid...
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