When I was in early elementary school, I really did worry about my older self forgetting me. Now and then I still take an inventory of myself and try to preserve everything I am in a slice of time.
My Aunt Nancy posted this picture of my Grandma on Facebook a while back. I had never seen it. She seems like a different person at this age, and yet I can see in this face the Grandma I knew and loved. I’d like to ask so many questions…
Today’s poem is written in reflection on the passing of Kevyn Miller one year ago. Kevyn was my coworker, and did an outstanding job mentoring the youth I supervise. This morning I was pondering how the youth whose lives he touched are continuing to grow in confidence, pursue the topics he taught them, and work …
Getting my Georgia O’Keefe on at Ritchey Woods Nature Preserve
Last night, bumping along the road, I was reminded of this poem I wrote a while back:
Who do you compare yourself to? Should you?
Just as Spike and I were leaving our poetry group, Noble Poets, last night, I caught this image on the wall. The sunset was shining in through large windows on the far side of the room, giving the wall lamp a great shadow. Loved the juxtaposition and had to write poem.