wage peace

wage peace

In remembrance of September 11th, 2001, this poem by Judyth Hill: WAGE PEACE Wage peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds. Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly...
sometimes in the open

sometimes in the open

On the evening of April 14th, I attended a reading at the Sacramento Poetry Center. It was a cold night in California. Bright colorful blankets were provided–such  a nice cozy touch. Perhaps all poetry readings should include blankets. Anyway, the reading was by...
it’s coming…

it’s coming…

Sunny and 75 today–it is coming. Spring fever, spring break, spring board… Spring into action… Somewhere   a black bear     has just risen from sleep       and is staring down the mountain from “Spring” by Mary Oliver in House of...