I REMEMBER/GROWING UP IN ALBUQUERQUE Crusin Albuquerque by Sally Bryant I REMEMBER I was stopped in the gallery by the painting. There it was, Downtown Albuquerque. The city of my childhood. We were all a part of that city. Hispanics, Italians, and Germans. Here was America without walls. The theaters are there in the…
A WINTER LEGEND The old woman, a kerchief full of twigs slung over her shoulder, halted where I stood in the snow just off the winter trail. My heart was heavy with a sadness that did not match the season. How would I go on with such a burden. She faced me—worn garments, wind-tangled,…
We have mourned this year. This year of cascading losses and stunning realizations. Our abiding trust was challenged: in facts, in truth, in the strength of our constitution, in our democracy, and our sense of community. For many, too many we also mourn the personal losses of family and friends. Our shared grief merges with…
Each year I write a holiday poem. I hope with each poem to touch the sense of wonder and magic in the season. I hope with each poem to offer a moment to reflect, to find a comforting stillness of spirit. I hope with each poem that we are reminded of the many gifts of…
A blue moon on Halloween! On this night I send out a poem of hope that we will see the beginning of change and reacquaint ourselves with the strength to carry on even on the dark nights between blue moons. BETWEEN BLUE MOONS Things that almost never happen are happening. If you gamble tonight…
My poetry comes from secret messages from nature, from a moment when a sentence, a phrase captures me with its rhythm and the words tumble onto the page. Mostly, my poetry is formed by wild, willful words that seek their own space and way to the page and to the receptive reader. As a member…
What can we ever give to another more sacred and more loving than acceptance of who they are and what they bring to our life. Oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are—-chaff and grain…
I hope you have a mug that fits your hands just right. One you can wrap both hands around and warm your fingers clear through as you savor your morning brew. Holding that warm, just-right mug in your hands, You can watch the sunrise growing loud with vibrant colors that fade quietly into a fragile…
I am pleased to be able to host gifted poets on this site. The poem, “Heaven’s Now” by Kuan Tikkun is a delightful journey to reassurance. Heaven’s Now by Kuan Tikkun Slow and steady wins the race Your inner tortoise sets the pace Live as if you’ve won your goal: Life as a free…
Hope this years holiday message finds you with a few moments to read and savoir the words, the message and the hope of the holidays. The days fold in upon themselves. Daylight hours diminish. The colors of our world Shift from gold to silver And Winter’s mage wind Sweeps into Our homes, Our hearts,…