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Thank You, Lord, for the Rain

Thirty Springs of Winter The winds swept in as we sat under the pines and listened to the green ocean high above, swaying, roaring, twirling our hair and the heads of the Ponderosas into one giant tangled mess. This ocean … Continue reading

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All is right with the world

It happened on the day when snowy crickets announced the temperature of rising sun. It really happened! Children. Ceased. All. Fighting. I sneaked through silent house sniffing the air for burning scraps of food. Listening in if they were watching … Continue reading

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Senses of Love

How else would you decide to try to lick your elbow upon an early morning, or measure thumb against your middle finger when he shouts: mommy, look, they are same size! And would you hear the souls of streams in … Continue reading

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600 Doubts

Green Mountains burn at the edges today. September sumac gone fast ablaze, Mount Ellen royal in her golden strings, we travel through New England fog eyes fixed on this snow rising up with the day. Somewhere under there, is one rusty … Continue reading

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The Wind on the Baltic

The crow flew by and the feather dropped; And the boy took the feather, To write prayers in sand. The winds left the sea and they kissed the sands, and the words dissolved, and the feather flew, and the birches … Continue reading

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May in Lithuania

We climb the greenest hills to listen to a cuckoo bird. And doodlebugs in giant swarms, Children’s delight. Bird cherries dressed in bride-like white with lilacs by the side of drying clothes on lines like prayer cloths above the crumbled … Continue reading

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Sides of Fathers

“You are just like your father!” My mother used to say (insert a dab of guilt soaked Oy Vey Eastern European coloration here). “You have this side your father has,” she would sigh in a colossal disappointment. And I would … Continue reading

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Simple Questions

Dear Grandma, My children now ask so many questions: Does a gazillion have a gazillion zeros? Do skunks make soup from skunk cabbage? Do potatoes have so many eyes to see better in the dark? Fish sharing food with friends, … Continue reading

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Ways we held the sky

You wrote me a letter about things we lose in forgetfulness pockets, but hold. Like back when I laid in the tall summer grass, praying mantis on my eyelashes holding up blue sky. And when grandma sheered the sheep, soft … Continue reading

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Hanshan once stood atop the Cold Mountain looking up, singing: Naked branches have clouds for leaves. This winter we looked down and caught them sporting sticky ice bubbles for leaves on slick frost-polished branches and elastic ripples of river melt … Continue reading

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