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As Summer Draws to an End

As Summer Draws to an End

Joy is measured through that we touch daily. golden light stripes the wall in morning as apparition appearing (though no false god this!) to silently nudge slumber with a most gentle alarm of holiday dream. was it a dream? — no matter. to heat, to water! to the green depths of lake that curtain summer stage. a dive, then first breath, the slow blurring of edges, the lack of form between things. soon a plot unfolds. cloud and shadow scheme,…

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. – Robert Frost

Mom Powered

Mom Powered

In spite of having a father that has a slight obsession with bicycles, I’ve always been a little timid about riding my own. I squeeze my brakes for dear life when going downhill and am skittish in  traffic. As long as I have a patient companion I’ll venture out and generally have a good time, but rarely go by myself. Noel has gotten really good at riding his bike to do all kinds of errands and quite frankly I was…

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Sippy Cups

Sippy Cups

At the end of every day I play one final round of hide and seek with all of the sippy cups. Fetching them from beneath sofas, out of sand pails, and off the back porch. I tuck them all into the dishwasher to be washed while their owners sleep. At the children’s first stirrings in the morning, the sippy cups are retrieved one by one from their safe haven to dutifully perform their bout of service before they disappear. Really,…

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Snow Day

Snow Day

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, and beyond these windows the government buildings smothered, schools and libraries buried, the post office lost under the noiseless drift, the paths of trains softly blocked, the world fallen under this falling. In a while, I will put on some boots and step out like someone walking in water, and the dog will porpoise…

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It Figures

It Figures

The day I wear purple flannel pajamas past noon multiple people knock on my door needing to speak with me. Ignore the stretch of the juvenile sock monkey print over my round, six months and counting belly and how I’d greeted Medusa in the mirror that morning with mascara smudged eyes. It would be nice if anyone stopped by on the many days that I comb my hair and change my clothes, but if that’s what it takes to get…

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First Snow

First Snow

The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty and what the meaning; such an oracular fever! flowing past windows, an energy it seemed would never ebb, never settle less than lovely! and only now, deep into night, it has finally ended. The silence is immense, and the heavens still hold a million candles, nowhere the familiar things: stars, the moon, the darkness we expect and…

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Spring?

Spring?

The Poetry of Bad Weather Someone had propped a skateboard by the door of the classroom, to make quick his escape, come the bell. For it was February in Florida, the air of instruction thick with tanning butter. Why, my students wondered, did the great dead poets all live north of us? Was there nothing to do all winter there but pine for better weather? Had we a window, the class could keep an eye on the clock and yet…

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Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day

Made with a little help from Martha Stewart Pocket Poem If this comes creased and creased again and soiled as if I’d opened it a thousand times to see if what I’d written here was right, it’s all because I looked too long for you to put in your pocket. Midnight says the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped by nervous fingers. What I wanted this to say was that I want to be so close that when you find…

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Cardio-Bot Convert

Cardio-Bot Convert

Running is one of the biggest tags on this blog, so I know I don’t need to tell you I love it. For me, running has always just been part of life – something as necessary and natural as breathing. There are so many people I’ve met because of running, so many stories both life changing and minute that I could tell. (Any ideas on how I can convince Runner’s World that they need me?) Even my meeting and dating…

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