Each time I try to find
the edge of space, searching
in the darkest part of blue,
past stars and their hangers on
orbiting a single mote of dust,
it turns out I’m that bird
expecting infinity but
finding sudden glass.
For Mary Oliver.
Go real or go home. Authentic, sarcastic and sometimes sappy life commentary from a working mom of 2.
A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Musings of a part time pastor of two tiny churches in Vermont
Thoughts on and off the trail of Life.
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Poetry. Photography. Thoughts
life's wHeirdness and wonder
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One Southern Girl's Life in Vermont
Finding My Voice
poetry & essays
Exploring Nature in New Hampshire
Life on the farm...life in general.
Life and death and sleeping on the ground