“But human beings need deepening places too. And far too many never have any.”
Madeleine L’Engle, A Wind in the Door
A Midsummer Afternoon’s Dream
When I began crafting this poem, I fully intended to mimic the style of Geoffrey Chaucer’s “General Prologue” to The Canterbury Tales: “When that August with his beastly heat…” However, I found the set meter and rhyme too restricting for the random wanderings of a father and his young sons up and down the streamContinue reading “A Midsummer Afternoon’s Dream”
Remembering & Grappling with Loss
We found out this afternoon that our beloved neighbor passed away. On a day when we Americans remember the lives lost as a result of what took place on 9/11/01, the sudden loss of our neighbor reminded me of the fragility of life and the need to savor every interaction I have with those IContinue reading “Remembering & Grappling with Loss”
A Different Kind of Conscientious Objector
I do not want to detract from the following poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay through my own lengthy introduction. Only let me say, if you are unfamiliar with her work and worldview, I suggest you do a little research. You might start here. Let me clarify that I am NOT speaking of a militaryContinue reading “A Different Kind of Conscientious Objector”
Puppet or Kite?
Last Sunday, I started mulling over the phrase “marionette me.” I’ve always been impressed by the master marionettests who can bring puppets to life through the subtle, intentional movement of strings, operating unseen. I guess I’ve always appreciated puppets. I was raised on Sesame Street and, more importantly, The Muppet Show. I used to loveContinue reading “Puppet or Kite?”
At the End of Summer…An Invitation to LIVE!
And so it comes to a close… Another summer wraps up within the next ten hours for me. Tomorrow morning, I will rise in the dark of a new day, put on my dress clothes, perhaps even don a tie, and head back to the high school where I have served as an English teacherContinue reading “At the End of Summer…An Invitation to LIVE!”
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I am a lover of words – the way they sing together in neat or sprawling lines upon the page, conducted by the great wordsmiths of all time. The way a sudden turn of phrase or surprising combination of sounds resonates with the deep within me, causing pause…
