Category Archives: Poetry

The Dangling Conversation

There are conversation starters and conversation stoppers…delightful openings that have everyone vying for vocal position¬† and dark explorations that have everyone staring into their drinks. I’ve been thinking about a conversation stopper for weeks now and I’m beginning to think … Continue reading

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Nineteen Hats, Ten Teacups…

Such an emotional catharsis this week…sobbing one moment, stomping angrily the next. And strangely, no connection to what might be the cause, current or past. Sure, there were maddening moments and memories that brought some sadness, but the strength of … Continue reading

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How to Build a Throne

“The answers you get depend upon the questions you ask” Thomas Kuhn My thanks to Charlene for helping me to see the potential in the bones of the pesky chair project (read more about the beginnings here). She took one … Continue reading

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I have fallen in love with Wednesday. I rarely have meetings scheduled for the day and the evenings are normally unplanned. It’s a bit like having a Sunday in the middle of the week. A true resting place. This morning, … Continue reading

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‘Tis the Season of the Jolly Wanter

She said they weren’t that expensive a good price, really, and so she bought the teardrop earrings with her lunch money because isn’t it true, that beauty feeds us… forgetting that last week she bought the shoes the week before … Continue reading

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Priming the Pump

I write like opening a window like listening to the wind pulling the chariot of the sun above the horizon I write like surfing a wave like skimming the surface on the ocean of longing near the shore I write … Continue reading

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Temptation to fall toward the dark side of dawn the rain a tease across thirsty beds equipment standing still dollars shifting sorting disappearing in the wind. Fierce conversations waiting in line peeking around pretend resolve pushing to see what is … Continue reading

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