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It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens

I am glad to have reached the middle of January before the bleakness of the month hit me. I use the tired, cold, bleak, giving-up feelings as fuel for writing poetry. I think poetry has the ability, like many arts, to make you feel better about the very depressing thing you are writing about orContinue reading “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens”

January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world

As usual, 2022 moves along despite our misgivings, predictions, or plans. The sun continues its apparent travel higher up into the sky and the minutes of daylight ever-so-gradually increase. We here in Maine have had lots of rain, ice, snow showers, and cloudy skies. The holiday hubbub has abated and we are left trying toContinue reading “January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world”

Now it is darkening

The first disappointment was the 2-week postponement on the closing of our mother’s house. Followed by the publication of my poem the same day. Funny how life can give you such different things on the same day. Christmas at Our House in the ‘50s Love, generosity, and gratitude were part of the ritual. Loud stompingContinue reading “Now it is darkening”

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