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

Monday, July 14, 2014

To the monsoon rains, public transit, and Denise Duhamel!

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    On the M104     (New York City Public Bus)     The longing we know that does not have a name     may be for our lost twins, ...
Sunday, July 6, 2014

Here's to the start of the monsoons and mourning doves in the desert!

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Sudden Journey Maybe I’m seven in the open field – the straw grass so high only the top of my head makes a curve of brown in the y...
Thursday, June 19, 2014

Let's celebrate Summer Solstice!

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Melon In morning dew, mud-fresh. Basho *** A Final Affection   I love the accomplishments of trees, How th...
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