BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… BARN POEMS. I was about eight years old, wearing overalls, and climbing over the big horse gate in the barn. There were two big horse gates in our little barn, a ladder to the haymow made of mismatched wood, and a little plastic duck with big blue eyes — a duck covered…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… SUNSET DEATH. I was up early in the light rain, walking the dogs on the forest trail before getting to my summer work. There had been no rain on the radar or forecast but the showers came down anyway, even as an early sun peeked through the bright grays of the East.…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… SKY CHANGE. I took off running after the July thunderstorm, running to the top of the south hill where the big hawthorn grew, running past the grapevines and the plum thicket and the day lilies wet with evening rain.The sky was clearing and I knew, somehow, I should be high up on…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… DISCIPLINE & HOPE BENEATH THE SUMMER SUN. The 6:30 Saturday morning alarm sounds and I let it repeat three times before turning it off. In retrospect, choosing a song — and an Enya song at that — may not have been the best idea. The Irish artist’s Forge of Angels keeps lulling…