Category Archives: Poetry

How Did it Get to be August?

I wrote in May about taking time for spring, and now I’m wondering if I took time for summer, because I’ve looked at the calendar, and summer’s almost gone. There is a time, around the Fourth of July, when the … Continue reading

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No Digression

I had the opportunity to spend some time with a good friend yesterday, brainstorming ideas and possible business opportunities.  Brainstorming feels very freeing, and I think to be truly effective should not be burdened with too many expectations, but instead … Continue reading

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Through all that happens

“As you unfold as an artist, just keep on, quietly and earnestly, growing through all that happens to you.  You cannot disrupt this process more violently than by looking outside yourself for answers that may only be found by attending … Continue reading

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The impeded stream is the one that sings

The Real Work by Wendell Berry It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our … Continue reading

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My Sweet

An Immorality  By Ezra Pound Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living. And I would rather have my sweet, Though rose-leaves … Continue reading

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Spring Thoughts

Spring Thoughts Here in Nice, wisteria is in full bloom everywhere: cascading over fences, climbing up walls, surprising your breath with a cloud of perfume as you turn a corner.  Trees with purple blossoms, trees with brilliant white blossoms, and … Continue reading

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Spring and Poetry

Spring and Poetry We’ve neglected WAWDWOL, but we’re circling back to it.  The winter appears to finally be receding.  Days are longer, fragrant white flowers have bloomed on the bushes outside our door.  I find myself stopped again and again … Continue reading

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