Daily Archives: November 21, 2022

Found Poem 

We gather things: tender buttons, bits of string, sea glass, chimneysweep soot.  It’s not the stuff of dreams, but it holds us. The murmur of morning, the tick-toxic cluck of clock.  A wayward word. Some lint left overfrom yesterday’s storm.  ::In November, we poem.

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Not Quite Hanging Stars

Remember how only the Bumble could reach the top of the Christmas tree to put up the star?  This is like that, except I’m not tall and I don’t hang stars or (come to think of it) light anything at all.  And I could let … Continue reading

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