Christmas
Dear Friends, I am listening to Christmas music. Why? To get myself more and more awake to the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe I’m...
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Dec 24, 2018
Trees
How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...
Dec 18, 2017
My Train
I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...
Dec 26, 2016
The Light
A cloudy sky, but a tiny bit of light seeps through. I want to feel that light, its warmth. I want to stop the car right now, stand in...
Dec 19, 2016
Brokenness
It’s ten days before Christmas, coldness has settled its haunches in our valley again, and things are breaking: the gas line that comes...
Dec 12, 2016
Fa-la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
God blessed me with lots of brothers and sisters. They came in every shape and variety. I’m the oldest girl, second child. I grew up...
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