Category Archives: Week 19

THE HALF-GLASSED QUESTION

The proverbial glass half-empty or hall full did not stop to ask whether empty might not also be free, spacious, full of possibility. . . or full , quite confiningly heavy, burdensome, with hardly an inch of wiggle room. . … Continue reading

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WINTER MORN

low slung sunshine slants down– a zing from blue above. . . beneath my feet– earth wet and grassy spanning, grounding– a squishy firm support, earth’s wintery, watery love and I between the two spark forth in just my very … Continue reading

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REINDEER NAMES

Remember, little reindeer, the ones who call you reindeer names, may, in a day or two invite you to their reindeer games– be patient with them.

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