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Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself

This is a beautiful poem of hope and re-birth. Read it slowly, letting the words roll in your mouth, munching on the words and letting it sink in. 208 more words

May

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,
flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek
across the sky made me think about my life, the places… 145 more words

Over/ Under the Rainbow

Over/Under the Rainbow

By Barbara Crooker

Much has been written about including children with disabilities in the classroom, but I haven’t seen a lot of articles on integrating these children in sports. 1,255 more words

Everything She Needs is at Her Feet—the Garden Poetry of Barbara Crooker

I was happy to hear that Barbara Crooker, whose poetry has been read many times by Garrison Keillor on The Writer’s Almanac and has also appeared in Greenwoman, has a new book out,  862 more words

Garden Writers We Love

Sunday Blessings

I’m reading SMALL RAIN by Barbara Crooker (2014, purple flag press).  Several of her books live on my shelves.  Please visit her site for more information.  35 more words

Art

Praying with Fringes 1/26/2015 - the snow in great sheets across the yard

The Slate Grey Junco
Barbara Crooker

with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket,
bobs in the snow for sunflower seeds.
Caught between two needs, hunger and shelter, 123 more words

friday feast: welcoming the new year with two poems by barbara crooker

AFTER THE HOLIDAYS,
by Barbara Crooker

the house settles back into itself,
wrapped up in silence, a robe
around its shoulders. Nothing
is roasting in the oven or cooling… 751 more words

Poetry Friday