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Spring and All, in the Aftermath
When I was 13 and knew everything, when I was jaundiced as only the very young can be jaundiced, I loved T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I loved its ennui. I loved the flowing, imaginative, and … Continue reading
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Tagged bombing, boston, Boston marathon, early spring, modern poetry, modernism, on being a poet, poetry, solace, spring, springtime in boston, violence, william carlos williams
january orange
the pale sky fades from white to yellow to blue whiplash branches black against what glow remains– the sky still light at five o’clock inside the car, pull out an orange dig nails into sun driven north one thousand miles, … Continue reading
haiku: wild turkeys
three turkeys forage along the side of the road on my way to work
Day 19: gratitude list
I’ve heard tell that something happens when you just start typing (or writing, as I still prefer composing in longhand) and keep writing. Something begins to flow in your brain. I’ve experienced the most pleasing sensation of flow, so I … Continue reading
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Tagged boston, gratitude, november, spiritual practice, wintertime in boston
Day 15: moment in the sun
This morning on my daily walk, the woods were bare, barren, still in disarray after Sandy. Branches and whole trees strewn across the trails, the trails themselves obscured under a carpet of rust-colored oak and beech leaves. I’m fortunate enough … Continue reading
30 Days of Thanks Starts on Day Nine
Forget April. November is the cruelest month for me, mashing rust-colored leaves in the raw days of no-sun clouds. A good month for a long slog, and long slogs are always easier in the company of others. This year, I’ll … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn in boston, boston, gratitude, literature, nature, prodigal sun, snow patches, tom robbins, winter in boston
the plant reaches toward the light
marigold meant for marriage by the front door — for luck – grows leggy and strange in its pursuit of the light that falls just short of the door it blooms barely marigold but still blooms tiny yellow hearts at … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged aloe plant, army guy, bisexuality, blooms, boston, domestic partnership, doom, earth-based spirituality, gardening, high summer, lesbian marriage, love, marigolds, marriage, men, nature, plants, poetry, poetry - mine, religion, shacking up, shade gardening, spirit, spiritual practice, summer, summertime in boston, sunlight, sunlight of the spirit
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through the gates, in july, something different
you step through three gates of trees expecting to see something different and you always do today, a turkey almost to the end of the boardwalk through the swamp, just before a stream-bed that’s mostly mud with the one big … Continue reading
