Tag Archives: love

The day after the Boston marathon bombing

Posted on April 16, 2013 by

Sudden violence (is there any other kind?) throws the world into sharp relief. Horror that doesn’t speak but roars in the head like the ocean. Magnolias blooming under the crescent moon. It gives things the proper perspective, too. Last night, … Continue reading →

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Bring me

Posted on March 1, 2013 by

Bring me flowers, because flowers die and have to be brought again and again Bring me a stone for which no blood was spilled Bring me cat food, and five grapefruit you bought for five dollars at the grocer’s Bring … Continue reading →

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the plant reaches toward the light

Posted on August 18, 2012 by

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 →

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Four ways of looking at a homeland

Posted on July 10, 2012 by

1. Embarcadero backwards lady firefighter in Victorian dress bronze plaques trailing behind us At the Ferry Building, I explode in hunger sad-eyed, you explore on your own On the terrace,              a seagull as big as my head begs, expectant … Continue reading →

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The move: during

Posted on January 23, 2012 by

Saturday 12/17/2011 Moving day. 8:30 a.m. and I have time enough for tea, time enough for love. Sipping the tea from my to-go mug (all the china is packed). Laptop laboring away with its asthmatic fan. Surrounded by boxes, and … Continue reading →

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The move: before

Posted on January 22, 2012 by

Friday, December 16, 2011 Twenty minutes. Half the house in boxes, half my body in distress, half my mind in disarray. The movers come tomorrow. Yesterday I wrote the checks and opened the door and walked in to the empty … Continue reading →

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The move: before, during, after (introduction)

Posted on January 21, 2012 by

On a bright, cool day in December I packed up all my things and took the fool’s journey into a new cohabitation. The fool will say “it’s different this time,” but the wise fool knows when it’s actually true. What … Continue reading →

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Weekly gratitude practice: summer, work, Friday, clothes, love

Posted on May 27, 2011 by

Summer arrived in force a couple of days ago. After months of shivering under rain and clouds, I will gladly take it. In typical New England style, we moved right from the 40s-50s to the 80s. But I’ll still take … Continue reading →

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For Mark – a New Year’s Poem

Posted on February 20, 2011 by

For Mark, a New Year’s Poem Gentle kisses on the roads of the body        you open me               in ways that make me ache stop bossing              and I stop                   for the first time Words get us in trouble,       the bright … Continue reading →

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Grace, by Cecilia Woloch

Posted on February 5, 2011 by

Grace When I think of how you move – when you enter a room, how the room enters you; when you step out into the night, how the night sky falls into your hair – when I think of how … Continue reading →

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