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Somewhere, the stars shine. I cannot see them. Clouds hustle across the night sky. The wind blows hard, bending the late summer boughs. Earlier, I watched the field wave like water trying to reach shore.... More »
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My wife woke me at about 1:00 AM to tell me we had a bat in our room. This is the second time we have had one flying around inside this month. At least it... More »
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JULY WIND Something pattered against the screen. The wind, I thought, rattling its bars, or a sudden evening shower. I saw nothing, so continued doing nothing. Then, the nothing became a bat fluttering to the... More »
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The season for this poem has passed, but it helps to remember the winter when the summer offers its warmth. MARCH ASH Ten below and two in the morning. I stir the ashes in the... More »
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JUNE RAIN The night is quiet except for rain sussurating the meadow’s grass. Rain taps the bending blades, loosing scents of soil, of summer. Through the window I watch the gray clouds, the dimness soaking... More »
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Crickets are chirping away now that it is dark out. It was hot but has gotten chilly. Thunderheads are piled up on the horizon. Woodcocks peent out in the field. Snipes whoop over the grass... 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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Since this silly daylight savings time change thing (why can't we just pick one way to do it, for gods' sake?), I have been out running in the dark again. I was just getting to... More »
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Last night a loud crash woke me in the night. My wife was in with my daughter who had woken up and needed some parental attention. A Snap! Then a Bang! Then tinkling and shooshing.... More »
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I was excited enough about the lunar eclipse last night that I marked it on the calendar a couple of months ago. I hung out, doing some work after the children were asleep, waiting for... More »
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