Why Things Happen
Why Things Happen For J. D. Riso I listened to the rain fall for hours And read a mystery next to my cat, Both of us dismayed by the […]
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Wet Weather
“Just remain in the center; watching. And then forget that you are there.” Lao Tzu In early November, wet weather arrived to cleanse the Hood River Valley. Seasonal debris in […]
My Beautiful Life
My Beautiful Life I walked alone this afternoon. October’s velvet light slipped through The shade of a Big Leaf Maple And tattooed my arms with […]
The Way We Wish It Was
The Way We Wish It Was We wish for that we cannot have: Seasons without winter’s torment, Children who stay forever young, Their skin supple and their hands small, Grasping […]
The Towhee
The Towhee Needles of sleet fell all throughout the night And the towhee pecks at the hardened crust, […]
Autumn Verses
Autumn Verses “Just remain in the center; watching. And then forget that you are there.” Lao Tzu The summer idles soon dissolve and autumn chores come due. I split and stack the […]
Poetry Corner
I was tuned into PBS the other day, and happened to catch a few minutes of a poetry reading. It happened to catch my attention because it was the kind of poetry that doesn’t rhyme. I guess you call it prose rather than poetry. Anyway, there was this guy who was so stereotypical I couldn’t […]
Trust
by Thomas R. Smith
It’s like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.
The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.
The theft that could have happened doesn’t.
Wind finally gets where it was going
through the snowy trees, and the river, even
when frozen, arrives at the right place.
And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can’t read the address.
“Trust” by Thomas R. Smith, from Waking Before Dawn. © Red Dragonfly Press, 2007.
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Happiness (Reconsidered)
by Judith ViorstHappinessIs a clean bill of health from the doctor,And the kids shouldn’t move back home formore than a year,And not being audited, overdrawn, in Wilkes-Barre,in a lawsuit or in traction.HappinessIs falling asleep without Valium,And hav…
Oh, Canada!
I only watched a few minutes of the Olympics’ Opening Ceremonies. I don’t even think they should televise the “Parade of Nations.” Come on, other than the athletes’ parents… who wants to watch that?? BUT… I happened to catch what may have been the …