Category: Poetry
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To the Morning Glory
Some mornings the day hands you something you weren’t looking for. I stepped out the front door, coffee in hand, and stopped cold — there, climbing out of the boxwood by the porch, a wild morning glory vine had made itself at home, its white bloom with that quiet blush of pink opening to the…
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Perspective
“Write one true sentence. Then the next.” — Ernest Hemingway Some poems arrive while I sit with a cup of coffee and a little time. This one arrived on a walk. I was moving along the Greenway one Spring morning, and somewhere between one step and the next, these lines came, one by one,…
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Black and White Shore
Writing a haiku invites us into a discipline of attention, where every syllable must earn its place. In a world saturated with excess language, the haiku challenges us to distill experience into its most essential form, sharpening both perception and expression. It also offers a doorway into a rich poetic tradition shaped by Japanese aesthetics,…
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Silhouette of a Life Well Woven
Some mornings you sit with your coffee, maybe accompanied by a pastry, and you listen more intently to your thoughts. Some days, those thoughts peer toward the horizon before us and imagine… just imagine. But there are those days when those thoughts become more reflective and examine the many “imagines” that have widened in our…
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Red Columbine Did Speak
On my recent trip to NYC, I walked across Central Park on my way to The Frick Collection. As I walked along, I did as I often do and stopped and took pictures and stood and observed much of the beauty in garden settings. What is so special about a place like Central Park is…
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A Light From Antiquity
In 2025 we had an opportunity to take a trip to Italy which also included an added cruise of the Greek Isles. One stop was in Mikonos, Greece … Magnificent!! While we walked amongst the beautiful white buildings and stone alleyways, we were fortunate to encounter Gioras Bakery and then were fortunate enough to be…
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The Peace Found in the Pines by a Pond
Tranquility is defined as a state free from disturbance — calm. Wonderment is a state of awed admiration or respect. When is the last time we allowed ourselves to experience either of these, let alone both? And how does one even travel to those “states”? I want to suggest we can get there the same…
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My Trip to 1885
On a cool spring day in May, I found myself in one of my favorite places to be in Boston when not in a coffee shop or Fenway Park. I found myself in a gallery in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. This day in a small gallery off to the side, centered in front…
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You Already Know How to Write a Poem
Think about the last time something stopped you. A sky that went orange at the edges. A song that found you at exactly the wrong — or right — moment. The way a room feels after someone leaves it. You noticed. You felt something shift. That’s where poems begin. I decided at the start of…
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A Room of Wait
AI-generated image · Created with ChatGPT With a daughter in her residency, I have been attuned more to the lives impacted on both sides of healthcare. Our lives are a constant shifting of uncertainty in which we try to exert control, with mixed success. I think when it comes to our own health we wrestle…
The Curious Table 