Night Music

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Night Music The sky’s alive with you.  Millionsof warblers, finches, kinglets flyinto clouds that cover the moonand cross the strand of Milky Way. Scientists count you, record your migrationand calls far above my bed and pillows.You cross...

Tumbling

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Tumbling I was tumbling. I was swirling like a leaf, aimlessly drifting after falling from its home. My thoughts stopped; taillights up ahead caused my right foot to jerk left and apply furious pressure to the brake. I laughed because I...

The Horizon

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD The Horizon ​   A poem offered for these troubling times. The Horizon Above the darkness ofpresent realitycovers me likea cold blanketMy steps are slowand sad But as I look towardan edge of lightthere comes a kind ofinvitation:“Walk...

A Good Question

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD A Good Question The other day my sweet, wonderful daughter sighed, ‘Mom, I spend so much time learning how to relate to neuro typical people. How come they don’t spend time learning how to relate to me?’ Good question. A neuro typical...

Crazy Time

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD Crazy Time ​             I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.- Wendell Berry from “The Peace of Wild Things” A few days ago, after reading one too...

The Written Word: “The Tin”

Search for: THE WRITTEN WORD The Written Word: “The Tin” The Tinby Libby Cable I spent many glorious school vacation weeks with my grandmother in Massachusetts when I was young. I’m the oldest of four and found the one-on-one attention of an adult with...