• Forest Commuter Poems

    Forest Commuter Poetry   Not Fast Enough   Two small quick birds flared in my headlights (finches, I think). I hoped for them and felt no impact. Drove on to town and parked to get my coffee. I forgot to to check the grille.     I Brake for Deer […]

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  • Stuff I’ve Learned

    Thinking. Learning some. Stuff I’ve learned: I’m lazy, selfish and self-centered. Self-concious (as evidenced right here). Other times, thankfully, I’m the opposite. I like that me better. Sometimes I want praise. Praise makes me uncomfortable. I hate being new. I like being known. I don’t need to be the center […]

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  • N of 45

    N of 45  Windy today. Waves on the lake. I am all talked out. Curtis, Michigan is a good place and so is AnnMarie Rowland’s N of 45 writers’ retreat. A grand mixture of writing styles, genres, with participants sixteen to eighty (or so). Good, useful sessions with terrific writers […]

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  • Much has changed. We’re leaving our century-old family farm in the heart of Illinois. I am now a former shepherd. The sheep are still right out back. They come to the sound of my voice (and my husband’s) but they belong to another good shepherd. younger, very kind and experienced. […]

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  • Most people wouldn’t think of November in the U.P. as beautiful. It is. My daughter and her daughter (16 months old) came away to the quiet with me. I’ve been writing, looking deep into the forest, staring at more stars than anyone in Illinois could ever see and rocking a […]

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