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Tag Archives: nature writing
Sometimes I dream coyote dreams
I heard the coyote again last night. I am still hearing it in the ears of my mind. It is a cold, lonely sound. It is made of hard, crusted snow. I live on a dead-end street; it teems with … Continue reading
The sky poured in my head and the world rang blue
“I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.” Hamlet The world I see is not the world I know. The world I see is dead. It … Continue reading
Today’s Poem: “Evening, By The Lake”
Evening, By The Lake The sky poured down onto the water, colors spilling from shore to shore – red gold midnight blue the glinting of stars the drape of clouds – rippled by waves and the night-cooled wind. A thousand … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, ducks, migration, nature writing, poem-a-day, poetry
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My kid is made of rubber. Or titanium. Or self-healing plastics.
Tonight, as the sun set and the light waned and the sky leaked orange and gold all over the lake and the whole world shone, Leo and I walked back from his Tae Kwan Do class. Or I walked. Leo … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, nature writing, parenting, raising boys, these kids are crazy
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Today’s Poem: Wind
Wind Open the doors throw wide the windows and let in the wind. Goodbye dust goodbye toys goodbye mail goodbye rugs goodbye stairs goodbye tables and chairs goodbye paintings and dishes and walls and shelves goodbye books abandoned and books … Continue reading
Today’s Poem: “Farewell Goose”
Farewell Goose Thirteen geese fly in formation – sharp, black curves against a skim milk sky – over the head of a boy on the ground. The boy is denim blue against a fading green, hair so yellow it gleams. … Continue reading
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Tagged geese, Lake Nokomis, migration, Minneapolis is Beautiful, nature writing, poem-of-the-day, poetry
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Today’s Poem – “The Fox”
The fox behind my house settles deep in the grass his long tail draped cunningly to one side. Red, green, red, green, whispers my heart. My fingers freeze above the keyboard on my lap No. They are frozen. They are … Continue reading
Once A Poet
I’m stunned. After a – hell, I don’t know- like a ten-year hiatus from writing poems, I actually wrote poetry today. It felt awkward at first, and insubstantial – like flexing the phantom tendons and imaginary bones of a hand … Continue reading
