Goddesses

I'm always astonished at how several threads often braid together in life. In this case, reading Joseph Campbell's "Goddesses", plus a couple of conversations that didn't seem connected at the time have me thinking about where I "fit"...

Space

Prompted to write about noticing something beautiful, this is the first thing that came to my mind...

Lucky Charms

An excerpt from Amanda Gordon's poem, "The Hill We Climb" got mixed in my head with Sarah Everard's murder, which reminded of Ardeth Wood close to home, and then this poem came...

Kenny

As a kid, I had a close friend whose family moved away and suddenly one day he was just gone. For some reason, the memory of losing him has always been tied up with this other one...

Traces

Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”

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