Seven days of April noting what the world is doing and riffing human-style with words trying to tell you of the changes — the coming spring the snows surprising the little birds, brisk clouds and wind the world lays it … Continue reading →
a swift circle in a square • holding hands with the wind.
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I remind you, gentle readers, that these poems are daily and pretty unedited. this started as what might have been haiku-like: Eye blue sky, clouds small smaller smallest until they pale to horizon high hills and valleys clouds pouring steadily … Continue reading →
Grey stubble of trees along the river fuzz along the ridges waiting for spring clouds grey above, water steel hills dark, trees bare and shaking in the hard wind of today we’re all trembling, waiting for spring praying for strength … Continue reading →
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality… Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. — Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The slatted sky shows bars of light and gray this … Continue reading →
We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.
