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Saturday’s Poem: A Ritual to Read to Each Other
Saturday’s Poem: A Ritual to Read to Each Other
PoetrycynthiaApril 23, 2011William Stafford, The Way It Is, a favorite Comments
I Would Take You Anywhere, Even Oxnard
I Would Take You Anywhere, Even Oxnard
MemoircynthiaApril 17, 2011childhood, Miranda, daughters, childhoo, parenting, animal lovers, fantasies, Oxnard, Oxford Comments
Saturday's Poem(s): Revisiting Emily Dickinson...and Some Poetry in Lotion
Saturday's Poem(s): Revisiting Emily Dickinson...and Some Poetry in Lotion
Poetry, FriendscynthiaApril 16, 2011Emily Dickinson, George Chopping, poetry, remorse, books, hummingbirdsComment
Undiluted
Undiluted
MemoircynthiaApril 15, 2011being 60, wisdom, Monte, bike rides, worry, current events, world problems, getting old, idealism Comments
Saturday's Poem: Good News
Saturday's Poem: Good News
PoetrycynthiaApril 9, 2011poetry, Billy Collins, dogs, Good News Comments
And I Thought Nothing Happened
And I Thought Nothing Happened
Memoir, FriendscynthiaApril 9, 2011poetry, Ranch life, Jeanne, Margaret, walks, thank you notes, Bat Mitzvah, bicycles, hail, letters, friends, bull, bike rides Comment
Saturday's Poem: Requiem
Saturday's Poem: Requiem
PoetrycynthiaApril 2, 2011Requiem, Abigail Gramig, perfect day, poetry, perfectionComment
My Daddy’s Centennial
My Daddy’s Centennial
Family History, MemoircynthiaMarch 29, 2011childhood memories, fathers, growing up, Saverio William Carbone, New York, Triangle Shirt Factory, airplanes, 1911, butterfly tray, brooklyn, history, Brooklyn, Centennial, Daddy, my father Comments
Saturday's Poem: all that
Saturday's Poem: all that
PoetrycynthiaMarch 26, 2011Charles Bukowski, New York, poetry, Brooklyn, childhood memories, my father, CentennialComment
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Lines and reflections Fog at play. A hike with friends...foolproof remedy for the blues. We’re fortified now. A storied old house: “Outdoors the wind./Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.” (Louis Macniece) We ran into a skeleton, a miniature mule, and Milly today. I’m obsessed. Can you blame me?! Looking out towards Gaviota Peak the fog considers a comeback Ranch roads on this late summer morning... red vein veterinary lesson best kind of welcome Well, THIS was unexpected. And this is how we are getting to know the infinitely fascinating and oh-so-faraway Felix...sigh. When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in th In a dark time the eye begins to see (Roethke) a walk adorned by swirls of fog The shy return of clouds.
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver
 

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