Category Archives: poetry
Sister Mercy
This poem was published in the Sonoma Mandala in 1987. trembling I would watch Sister Mercy’s weathered hands work the soil in the convent garden I would hide half behind the bird bath till the stark white of my anklet … Continue reading
Quince
Last week I walked into the dining room and saw these flowers a friend had left. Right away I remembered this poem, and a time long ago when I first discovered quince. I said, “I love you.” You said, “I … Continue reading
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On Being Asked: Who Is Coyote Woman?
In the 1990s, the Coyote Women were frequent performers on the San Juan Ridge. I was one of the few “townies” the women invited, and I was honored to be included. I’d like to gather some names and memories from … Continue reading
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Emily’s Room
You stand by the table that carries remnants of our breakfast, wipe your beard of my moisture. My body tangled in pillows and comforters I realize I have witnessed your beard gray these past ten years, noticed curly silver emerge … Continue reading
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Closing Weekend
So many people I know and love right now are experiencing heartbreak, relationships ending and changing. It is impossible to see one’s way out of the pain when trapped in its midst. One friend says the key is to keep … Continue reading
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After the Game
Football season always reminds me of this poem I wrote more than twenty years ago now. Many years younger than my jock brothers, I grew up watching the younger play football, basketball, and baseball. I spent hours upon hours commuting … Continue reading
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These Crisp Fall Evenings
This poem is sooooo old….I had to key it in to the computer. A broadside hangs in my mom’s bedroom in Abbey Country. I wrote this poem about my step-daughter when she was just five years old. She marries this … Continue reading
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I Am the Woman
I’ve just taken three months away from my desk as I moved the farm and office and settled in. This morning is my first morning back at my desk. To mark the occasion, here is a poem I wrote over … Continue reading
Hungry for Brothers
from the archives: a poem from the 1980s–the theme still “animates my life”, as Utah used to like to say. Hungry for Brothers I long for that man in my periphery: elusive on his way to shoot hoops or neck … Continue reading
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