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Milestones & Obituaries
Stone Egg in Aerie
At the edge of twisted pine and spruce woods, / we found a trail sign, / “Hunter’s Cove .5 mi.”
J. de Richemond
You disappeared before daffodils or even the end of spring training, / Sunday night we spoke. In a few days…
John C. Morgan
It Must Have Been
Pilgrimage It must have been those long walks down country lanes, / daisies and black-eyed Susans separating dirt path from…
"Instead of hush / I wander looking / for the door."
A Kinder Solitude
"After a year of living alone / I have come to know me."
March invited me outside today / To join her festival / Of dancing tree tops
March stays for thirty-one days / and yet I barely know her, / a bridge between February and April /…
Are We Old Yet?
"he asked me / and I couldn't answer him..."
To those who repair and paint
"To those who think over / a thought they think they shouldn't think— / I love you anyway, you are…
Steven Ray Smith
"Wind and wave, storm and claw / drag and scatter and break the beach..."
The Divine Comes Disguised as Our Life.
"So often the path leads nowhere, backs up into brush, disappears, ends in a parking lot, butts into wire...."
Note to Myself
"Do not expect the Silence to always be silent. / Life is taking place outside this Meeting House..."
when it comes
"it comes a gentle / but insistent pressure..."
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