“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring Ever since moving to the Chicago area, I haveContinue reading “Silent Spring”
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Look Closer
a block of solid metal standsupon a patch of grassunyielding in its permanence but worth a second glance one step closer might revealtrain tracks passing throughindustrial in nature;yet beckoning a few look closer see, it comes to life!movement, change of light – past and present heritage,among the starry night you may not see it passing byor lookingContinue reading “Look Closer”
Cockles and Mussels
(alive, alive oh) Yesterday I went outside. It had been 6 days since I had left the house. It’s not a good time to have anxiety and a sore throat… so I stayed in. For six days. The last time I spent this much time indoors was when my second son was born in theContinue reading “Cockles and Mussels”
the crow
it’s not the branch on which the crow perches above the world; it’s that he perches above the world Carolyn Fridman
weeping willows, sweeping showers
just before dawn, when the air is still, i rise to peer over the windowsill.the mist hangs heavy upon the lake,willows weeping in its wake.last night’s storm has tilled the earth and I am restless in its birthto see once moreweeping willows, sweeping showers. the stepping stones are slick with dew;a mourning dove calls out her cooaboutContinue reading “weeping willows, sweeping showers”
a room on the river
we had a room on the river and a futon and a cat and in the winter we rode the snowy hills and drank beer by the fire and you said it would always be like that but the nights were long and cold and the winter was dark and and and we drifted apartContinue reading “a room on the river”
anxiety is.
reality is a traffic jamanxiety is a car accident reality is laughteranxiety is at me reality is they’re busyanxiety is they don’t like me reality is a phone callanxiety is someone died reality is a fire drillanxiety is a shooting reality is an accidentanxiety is a bad mom reality is accomplishmentanxiety is not good enoughContinue reading “anxiety is.”
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