Side effects of love

Love should come with a warning label.Caution! May cause side effects. Anxiety, confusion, nausea, sleeplessness, heart palpitations.The red flowers should be a hint that tears will be shed.True love is not for the faint-hearted. It opens you to greater things.No one is prepared for the transformation, so don’t be alarmed. We don’t expect to be […]

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Meditation for harried souls

What? You want another poem?Quickly please. I don’t have a lot of time but I need to stay in touch.Poems take slowing down, slow deep breathing.Nothing harder than doing nothing.How boring it sounds and besides I need to start a load of laundry. Just one deep breathe. You can manage that.Over there…a glimpse of the oceanbehind a glass […]

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While we weren’t watching

A moment of grace

While we weren’t watching, the sky deepened into shades of charcoal with points of light created by an army of angels blowing holes through the darkness. While our sleep was broken into dreams, earthworms transformed leaves and sightless moles played tag with each other through tunnels in the back yard. While our heads were sunk […]

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The sage’s tent

The last cage rolls past. Strains of a Souza march float back over the receding circus train. Children wave flags from high atop their father’s shoulders. Confetti and cotton candy fill the air. The trumpets’ final notes echo off canyon walls. You can’t see the marching band any longer, but the drumsticks’ crisp solitary clicks leave […]

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The Old Stone Savage

ancient bison rubbing stone - Arm River Valley in Saskatchewan, Canada

The old stone savage moves slowly. You and I would not notice his nomadic ways. A rock of considerable size, the old stone was only a speck of primal dust when earth’s violent labor pains delivered its raw materials. Angels clung to each other in fear and awe of its clamorous birth. Having arisen to […]

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Three Old Taoist Philosophers

Three old Taoist philosophers as tabbies and calico Chat on the magnolia branch Sharing deep thoughts about the ​elegance of sunshine and house finches, ​the poverty of human spirit, ​the art of stalking, ​the cleverness of politicians; ​Viennese skeptics who branded Marco Polo a fraud ​the North Star, ​the scent of books and a few […]

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From where I stand

Morning Light

Like a single hair, it’s one among ten thousand. What’s so special about that leaf, you ask. It looks like all the others. But everything has its own story. Because of its placement in the world It saw the morning sun From a slightly different angle. Because of its position on the branch The wind […]

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A Writer’s Ode to Coffee

writers ode to coffee

My coffee grinder jolts the sleeping beans into mindfulness. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for, ecstatic about being called into service. Scalding water is a balm to their bitter soul, reborn as elixir, transforming my base metals into gold. Magic as any unstoppered genie. A humble clay mug embraces its companionable friend. They […]

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