It has been awhile since I posted a WIlliam Stafford poem. Coincindentally, if there is such a thing, I just found out that William's 100th birthday would have been on January 17, and friends here in Oregon have been hosting events in his honor. For more info go here: http://stafford100.org/. Or, you might enjoy reading one …
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First Grade
Because we live on opposite coasts, the time I spend with my family is precious. Perhaps as we get older and realize how quickly time is moving and how mistakes we've made stole some of that time away, it's even more desirable to be around those who share our past, helping to bring into focus …
Where We Are
Fog in the morning here will make some of the world far away and the near only a hint. But rain will feel its blind progress along the valley, tapping to convert one boulder at a time into a glistening fact. Daylight will love what came. Whatever fits will be welcome, whatever steps back in …
Allegiances
Allegiances It is time for all the heroes to go home if they have any, time for all of us common ones to locate ourselves by the real things we live by. Far to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked- elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: - we …
Seaside
How far could you swim? With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb. Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide. Standing on …
Theoria 