Tag Archives: primal

Waking to The River

If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be cold … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, June 6, 2019

In the bright morning the mowers drone And the neighbor’s cats, white and grey Slither down the road Pretending to be benign on their silent feet But ready to kill An early breeze whispers through the line of elms At … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 30, 2019

You have to get it down in ten minutes How you felt about this life You look at the quiet yard behind you And think in frantic pace Of all the unspeakable gone before The color of the river that … Continue reading

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Evening Post, May 30, 2019

I wouldn’t have thought that anybody would be out in this rain.  That’s probably why it scared me so when I saw the limbs of the sumac shake and the grey, bent figure come out from under them.  It was … Continue reading

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Evening Post, May 30, 2019

I wouldn’t have thought that anybody would be out in this rain.  That’s probably why it scared me so when I saw the limbs of the sumac shake and the grey, bent figure come out from under them.  It was … Continue reading

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Morning Walk, April 2, 2019

In the early morning of Spring the robins stand in the grass and hold their ground even as I approach.  They eye me silently, heart beating ninety miles an hour, wary of their new nest.   Something I cannot see, but … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, May 6, 2018

The sky darkens And the air grows light It’s mid-spring and mid-evening A star here and there in the long heavens And the very last of the birdsongs . The blossoming dogwood Is incandescent in the twilight As if it … Continue reading

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Coldwater Morning

The crimson birds flit From stem to branch In the bright, brittle morning. Across the gentle slope behind A fine sheet of frost Glows faint like a ghost Disappearing into mist In the rays of the silent sun. . Who … Continue reading

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Book Review: Natural Born Heroes

        I think someone once said that the farther we get away from historical events the better we understand them.   World War II is almost beyond living memory now and yet stories keep emerging about till-now … Continue reading

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Voices 5 (Ballfields)

I am willing to bet that there is not a baseball field in this country that isn’t haunted. Unless the lights are on and kids are playing, I won’t go near one after dark. But I know the ghosts at … Continue reading

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