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listening to her practice: my middle daughter, on the edge of adolescence, learns to play the saxophone :: barbara crooker

Her hair, that halo of red gold curls,
has thickened, coarsened,
lost its baby fineness,
and the sweet smell of childhood
that clung to her clothes… 92 more words


Writers and Readers: Festival of Faith & Writing

Things looked quiet Saturday morning but within an hour, the campus of Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Michigan was bustling – full of writers, readers, editors, publishers, and the friendly students who responded to our questions about how to get around. 495 more words

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Quiscalus Quiscula by Barbara Crooker

On the lawn, the grackles spread their nightdark fans,
cluck softly to themselves. They are telling me,
“Get back to work.” They are telling me time… 189 more words


A Favorite Poem (Issue #12)


As I had mentioned in my previous “A Favorite Poem” post, I am catching up from last month’s lack of “A Favorite Poem” poem, by featuring two in this month! 579 more words


all that is glorious around us :: barbara crooker

is not, for me, these grand vistas, sublime peaks, mist-filled
overlooks, towering clouds, but doing errands on a day
of driving rain, staying dry inside the silver skin of the car, 164 more words


ode to chocolate :: barbara crooker

I hate milk chocolate, don’t want clouds
of cream diluting the dark night sky,
don’t want pralines or raisins, rubble
in this smooth plateau. I like my coffee… 111 more words


[poem + recipe] Making Strufoli by Barbara Crooker

Since I welcomed the new year with two Barbara Crooker poems, it’s only fitting that I share another of her gems for my final Poetry Friday post of 2015. 1,162 more words

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