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Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not… 256 more words

Last chapter

Summer sings its long song, and all the notes are green.
But there’s a click, somewhere in the middle
of the month, as we reach the turning point, the apex, 132 more words

A Transformation

An amazing transformation

Gavin Wilson took this chair

added detail and pizzazz

and this is the result!

A drowsy silence, hummed by bees, the thunk of an apple… 8 more words


25th reunion :: barbara crooker

A quarter of a century
since we left high school,
and we’ve gathered at a posh restaurant.
A little heavier, a little grayer,
we look for the yearbook pictures… 153 more words


two scrumptious food poems from barbara crooker's new book Les Fauves

Ever have this daydream?

You decide to take a break after writing all morning. When you step outside, instead of your ho-hum suburban neighborhood, you find yourself in one of the most beautiful villages in southern France. 1,061 more words

Poetry Friday

sustenance :: barbara crooker

The sky hangs up its starry pictures: a swan,
a crab, a horse. And even though you’re
three hundred miles away, I know you see… 92 more words