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Leaves turn slowly in my neck of the woods,which are not woods at all, but the streetsof the Capital City I call home, which makes walking these days so colorful.In parts more northerly and easterlytheir autumn display has already peacocked … Continue reading →

Let me say goodbye today.Let me wish you well on your journey before I get all teary and full ofwould coulda shouldas as we do when people we lovesuddenly shove off for any number of reasons. Or peoplewe don’t love … Continue reading →

I don’t like to, but…Oh, why not? But first I gotta math,and I don’t math,so what’s 356 times 2? I calculator, though,so… 712? That’s, well, notnearly as many assome poets who’veput up their versesdaily for many years. But as of … Continue reading →

For Sweet Adelines, it’s all aboutthe show, and there they are,the whole chorus, every womancostumed for Halloween, singing their hearts out, Momin her witch’s hat pointingskyward, her plastic crooked nosehanging from black glassless frames. Kiss today goodbye,the sweetness and the … Continue reading →

You, more recently in my life,never knew him, but let meshow him to you: Here he is, dark hair shot withearly white, hunching slightlyover the kitchen counter,chopping onions, carrots,something, making things,making food. For me. There he is—well, his long legs—sticking … Continue reading →

She who made us two,we are now threeof the four who used to be. He, gone these two decades,who taught her to skim over wateron first two, then one, ski, and, after we came along,they put us in the boathe … Continue reading →

on to the nextin to the breachunto the horizonjust out of reach over to the sidein view of the seanearby lies younext to lies me between or betwixtbecause of, you sayunder or overapart from the fray during & afteralongside we … Continue reading →

We fear what we can’t see,but none of us can seewhat’s on the other side. We’re not even convincedthat there is another side,which frightens us all the more. This can’t be it, can it?We want so much more—more time, more … Continue reading →

Though these fish have never traveledthis far up their home waters, they are making their way uprivernow after their long journey from the sea where they will deposittheir precious cargo of the next generation in a place their ancestorsswam more … Continue reading →

“Poem”: meaning “a made thing”—poet Pádraig Ó Tuama From poesis in Greek—making—the oldest term for a poet was maker. So we make things,though not things that can be held—as painters or sculptors do—or put on walls or shelves for admiring … Continue reading →