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York Beach
A warm day in March ( Read more... ) -
January 2012 poem
Dark morning
It is finally winter here.
Snow covers the hemlocks,
Oak trees dark and almost bare.
My hands are rough and chapped,
skin itchy, hair erratic and wild.
I have been losing things, forgetting,
I crash into the door and cut my face,
I cannot clear my thoughts.
I crave sweets, hot drinks.
I get angry a lot.
I lie awake in the dark.
Music makes me cry.
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My mother
My mother died on November 10th, just after my last journal posting. It was very quiet, on a day when the rain fell and the skies were dark. At the end she seemed to fall into a sleep-like state, and just didn't wake up ( Read more... ) -
Dream journeys revisited
After many months I was looked back at my journal entry "dream journeys" from last January. It is quite amazing - over the year I did take care of Jim, to the best of my ability, while being constantly called to my mother. As in the dream, I was conflicted and pulled to both, with different voices telling me what to do. And as in the dream, help ( Read more... ) -
Early one morning (Puff the magic dragon)
A few days ago - it was a Wednesday - I turned on the radio at 7:30 am to WUML 91.5 FM, at the U Mass campus in Lowell ( Read more... ) -
Dream journeys
Here's a dream I had recently:
I was traveling in another country with my mother, by car, and we came to a place where the road stopped. It was outside a house, on some kind of balcony, with deep water in front of us. She thought we could just drive through, on top of the water, but I knew that wouldn't work.
A group of people came past, swimming in ( Read more... ) -
January moon
I saw the full moon
Balance on a snowy hill
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A country funeral
This morning I went to a funeral service at the Mason Congregational Church, in the tiny town of Mason, New Hampshire. I have worked in the public library there for over 14 years, and Charlotte, who died last week, was the retired town Tax Collector. She was also an avid reader, and belonged to the Noon Book Club, which has met every month at the ( Read more... ) -
Poem for November
This is a poem I wrote about a year ago, at this time of year - when the days seem very short, and the approaching winter long. One of the ways to get through the hard times is the memory of something good ( Read more... )