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

Friday, August 15, 2014

Here's to Rebecca Seiferle, poetry at the stops of the Tucson Streetcar, and sweet monsoon rain!

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Jatropha cardiophylla Limberbush I must have passed by a hundred times and not noticed these spindly twigs, drought and cold ...
Friday, August 1, 2014

After the lovely morning rain in the Sonoran desert - this blue-gray day calls for some Noelle Kocot ~

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The Blue How often we say things we don't mean Fully, with our full selves.  But this is All right, since we cannot make s...
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