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Hello, friends! How is everyone holding up? It seems hard to believe that it’s halfway through November, and almost all the way through 2023. Soon it will be the time for yearly wrap-ups, New Year’s resolutions, holiday travels and celebrations. Last night my weather app said it was

Open Things

Negative space

open things “your slightest look easily will unclose me” e.e. cummings and finally after the storms and the long nights and the locked doors and the well-trodden paths and the mourning like doves and the bitter longing after all of that it turns out that life is full of

After the Pandemic (written April, 2020) You and I were never much for crowds anyway But when this all is over let’s meet in a field, somewhere near the Connecticut border I’ll bring coffee & you bring donuts just so we can both have someplace to stop and

We are birds, we have wings

Not metaphorically, just highways and traffic

Talking with angels

A poem I wrote for Mary Oliver