My poem was published today by MacQueen’s Quinterly.
Rereading
is like checking in with an old friend you find drowsing on a porch swing in a house along the storied river. It seems years since she’s even run a comb through her hair, but she offers buttered scones and reheated coffee that tastes better with each successive sip. You warm to her lilting voice sharing stories as you walk along the mossy path— tales you knew so well once, and yet, hasn’t their meaning shifted ever so slightly, like the light through the willows you walk beside in the advancing afternoon.
So good, Steve!
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Thanks Sarah
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Cool! And congrats! and “storied” works, regardless! glad you read it last night.
Mary Rohrer-Dann
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Mary Oliver “The Summer Day”
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Thanks Mary
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