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, October 10, 2012

Incident

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     for Louis Asekoff Mid-October, Massachusetts. We drive    through the livid innards of a beast—dragon    or salamander—whos...
Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Sleep

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On the ridge above Skelp Road    bears binge on blackberries and apples,    even grapes, knocking down    the Petersens’ arbor to ...
Thursday, September 27, 2012

Here's to the coming Harvest Moon!

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Harvest Moon – The Mockingbird Sings In The Night No sky could hold so much light – and here comes the brimming, the flooding ...
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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

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A Pot of Red Lentils simmers on the kitchen stove. All afternoon dense kernels surrender to the fertile juices, their tender bel...
Wednesday, September 19, 2012

To my Mom, with love, on her 79th birthday!

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Smoke in Our Hair The scent of burning wood holds the strongest memory. Mesquite, cedar, piƱon, juniper, all are distinct. Me...
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