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  • Right Words Right Time

    Right Words Right Time

    Can words voiced aloud arrive as birds do, Swoop to perfect perch on breeze-tossed branch As exact poise enfolds motion until launch again Greets air ever-changing to touch, with grace; Can mots juste walk in? Show up on a screen?

  • The Telephone Game

    The Telephone Game

    Broken Telephone Pictionary is a hoot of a party game. The way I learned it, strict rules say that each of 5 to 8 people around a table draw a thumb-sized picture at the top of a sheet of paper of something they can see from where they are sitting, to start. Less strict, just…

  • Meniscus, meet Wavelengths

    Meniscus, meet Wavelengths

    Iridescence, the wavelength-thin sheen of oil kind, it looked like, but was this wavelength-thin water atop a feather atop surface tension at the edge of a vernal pool? I think so. I leaned over to lend shade and see what a camera could record. A hint of the magnificence.

  • Just Morning

    Just Morning

    Can morning just be morning then, even in spring Unmolested by clock time and zones, scheduled in Disruptions, alarms, jump starts? Of course it can, Of course it is outside cities and their tributaries While rain’s rhythms like yawns live time that sings

  • PSA: Resourcing For Health Before Viruses Come Around

    PSA: Resourcing For Health Before Viruses Come Around

    Viruses don’t just mess with the integrity of a body, they weaken people. Can their spread be contained? Sometimes. Is there a role for vaccines? Yes, but they can’t do it all. Can people protect their baseline health so that that viruses don’t do as much damage? Definitely. And some of that is very straightforward,…

  • What?

    What?

    A toe dipped in chaos, are you crazy? Well, I may be, but if you think you’re not Soaking in it, in illimitable potential That floats all boats and also swimmers You, my friend, are misusing imagination

  • Salt Water

    Salt Water

    In not so many words may the bone-deep Hurt be met with welcome togetherness To let that place know that it can be heard In a ready midst that says you too can burst Into the grace of rain that blesses this earth

  • Invitation

    Invitation

    The Invitation is, just stay with this So many moments will be also yours Like this: here and wondrous, just focus With ease: no hunt can force what already Flows: will you welcome this now that visits?

  • Overwintering and then …

    Overwintering and then …

    Some instance says yes, and now Waiting is done, germination begun With urgent tender let’s get started Embodying generational resurgence: The seed is dead, long live Maples