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February 22, 2018

This muted morning,
a car backs up the hill in
the downhill lane while

another car comes
down from the top of the hill
in the same lane while… 104 more words


February 21, 2018

Peg is better, and
Mary’s gone to work, and I’m
up on the third floor

frittering the day
away on necessary
tasks. The dogs next door… 127 more words


February 19, 2018

Dawn’s gold washes brick
walls with pink under a thin
cream to grey-blue sky.

Below, in lucent
grey-blue shadows, a dull white
cover of snow melts. 57 more words


OverMy Head

a creature said
to fly close to God
this bald black bird
of prey or pray i've
seen twice in that
many days just soared over my 
head as clear as the
sky but much closer

something in me jumps
up i notice everything
for some seconds the
cardinal red in the tree
his mate's orange beak
how my eyes work in ways
i don't comprehend
even my blood clotted head
fresh from a cuncussive fall
on the ice of Maine parking lots
is working beyond what we call brain

the wind is like a whisper
today not cold but last night i heard her
speaking softly
into my sleeplessness 
in the dark i am always searching for
my source aware but not concisous enough
i go deeper

my mother's ancient snore 
my sister's need of a kiss
Marty who twice has done my
taxes for free giving of her
stout amazing gifts zipping through
what would have taken so much
time for me calling back money to the account
that so drastically needs it I'm thinking:
now that is God stepping into the library
at Norway, Maine typing, sending, being divine
today She is teaching me this:
there are so many ways to love this world

Daily Poems

February 12, 2018


A bed needs making.
Muteness awaits words in flat
winter morning light.

Winter morning light
falls between ticks of a clock,
caught breaths before words. 55 more words


February 7, 2018

Down in this valley,
a traffic jam at the light,
This car’s not a jail,

not Birmingham jail.
Still, stuck in this car, love, I… 109 more words


February 6, 2018 2

Roy Herndon Smith

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose—Kris Kristofferson

Pressing push to piss
putting it delicately
to pee—the same paced… 22 more words