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Beagle
THE PLACE WHERE LOVE LIVES In this place there is a small wind. It rearranges dry leaves and covers and uncovers objects resting in sand. The sun is hot but there is shade. In the... More »
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THESE GRANDFATHERS You read me your first poem: your grandfather dying, your mother crying; the night cold, the sky big, the moon sharp and mean. Those first words were a blanket; your only warmth except... More »
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Mad Day in March Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove falls, the rain, Forecast, licks at my wound; Ice forms, clips... More »
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Driving with my daughter this morning we saw two Canada geese fly low and land on the frozen beaver pond. It was a beautiful moment, both to welcome spring and to share with her. It... More »
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I didn't run yesterday morning because of the blisters I managed to get on the hike I took on Saturday. I did run this morning and it was a challenging run. The road had not... More »
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1. Playmobile toys have way too many tiny parts for a three year-old. 2. I like it way better when fresh snow sits on the ground on Christmas day. 3. Small children have only a... More »
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DIRT AND SNOW AND LIGHT This morning the dirt I kicked into the pond fell through the water like dry snow. Now, snow falls—quarter-sized flakes slushing the water’s surface. Somewhere past the snow the sun... More »
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...I feel sorry for myself, my children manage to cheer me. They are wonderful human beings. I love them to pieces. My little boy was just standing on a stool and fell to the floor. ... More »
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I just returned from Boston, a four-hour drive, mostly in the light, ending in the dark. I drove down yesterday afternoon. I was there less than 24 hours. Two good friends are moving to Nairobi... More »
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The sky dims. The clouds sit low, dropping their cargo of rain. The roof grumbles, shedding water. Wind slaps the clapboards with the wetness. The sky is gray. The distant woods are gray. The mountains... More »
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