precious and singular, each one

When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an...

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the hills are alive

I had a hard time choosing a photo to go with this month’s light quote for my one little word. Only because I wanted to share something old from Greece. I opened that folder. And fell head-first like Alice down the rabbit...

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pain and possibilities

“Most people trying to write poetry don’t get it. They build on fuzzy ideas like anarchy or love.  But that’s like throwing a punch at the wind.  You can’t connect.  You have to build your poem on...

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haiku from gili air

My brother has spent the last month or so travelling in Indonesia with his daughter.  And while they have not kept a travel-blog per se, they have sent back amazing email updates of their experience: the good, the very good...

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