Poem: The Speech

Common ground

must abound

for this country

to unite

and to set

founding notions right

Not you

against me

She vs. he

White is better

than Black

or pretend

global warming

is not a fact

Walls must fall

while we help

all who call

No matter tint

of skin

where preference

is no mortal sin

And believing

means freedom

the wisdom of truth

found in our


Not blurred

by hatred or fear

but once again


we the people

are equal








Poem: For M This Winter


endless blue glared down

Cheeks brushed by Goddess

frozen fingers

rubbing rouge on Her

still legged puppets

as they whirl and shiver

in endless white

Incessant snot

stuffed in pockets

The offering

given up

to the chill and burr

of footsteps frozen


The sounds of tiny edifice

falling in

crashing together


And the tea

warming up the chill

melting the drops

of snow littered cold

that landed

and rode upon

this earthly form

Poem: Speck And Observation

The rain it falls

and forests burn

Pink sun she rises

constellations turn


Insects forever crawl

dull rivers flow

Hot deserts whither

Nor’easters blow


Dirt and bone

we come and go

The earth moves on

and does not owe



Behind And Ahead

New Years is a global gateway–a moment in time when the world decides a year has passed and it’s time to for something new to begin. Of course we as individuals celebrate our own renewed years with birthdays; these are more personal passages of time where we can reflect on our lives and hope for better things.


But with an entire globe throwing down a year, and humans at far reaches of the earth clinking glasses with resolutions in their hearts, we can communally look back and take pause at what has been.


Since as a people we are all so connected, whether we live in America or Africa, with images looming before us daily or words hammered into us repeatedly, we cannot deny what happens somewhere else. When a city is devastated by terrorists or famine, it is our own brothers and sisters that suffer on the other side of that screen.

As the atmosphere fills with acid rain and the atmosphere heats up from global warming, we all feel the drought or tsunamis that occur from the imbalance of Mother Nature no matter where we live.


Countries struggle to cope with refugees and with the man-made borders painted on this planet, they turn out some while others may enter. Many go hungry and babies die. Disease has become rampant this year and responses were slow to help.

Yes, these are only some of last year’s global memories. Not the pretty ones.  Ones that are easy to put out of our minds as we fill our bellies, go to our doctors, spend our money, turn on our air conditioning, drive our cars and hold our families close.

But ones we must not forget.


So what is ahead? What about our resolutions for the world? How do each of us promise maybe one thing at this special time we all share? This time where we all agree to a new start, a fresh beginning for something better. Maybe we can think not just of ourselves, but look into that photo we see on our computer or TV and remember: we are all related.

For the gift we give to another or the earth, is really one we do for ourselves.



Playing All Roles

As I look out the window now, I see the sun shining! We made it through the blizzard relatively unscathed. I could barely open my door this morning, but it was just enough to slip through and make a path so I could get my pups out. There was one accident on the porch while I was in the pen with my snowshoes making enough of an area so they could ‘go’ in earnest. Oh well…if that was the worst of what happened, I’ll take it. We could have lost power. I always worry and wonder if I should drag my huge generator from my shed down near the house just in case. But it’s heavy and cumbersome and then I’d have to drag it back. And where to put it if we were to get the two feet of snow expected (which we did!). It was bought during the terrible ice storm a few years back when power was out for 11 days, but I tell myself that was an awful fluke and it will most likely never happen like that again….

Now, in this second half of life, and single–I must be all things and play all roles. And I can’t say I always like it. Getting up at the crack of dawn on a weekend after a raging blizzard to get the dogs out and then immediately start shoveling, both paths and the roofs all by myself was not necessarily what I had envisioned for my life. It would have been so lovely to keep snuggled in my bed with the snow still falling while someone else took care of all that for me. Instead I had to don all my winter gear, boots, snow shoes and grab the roof shovel and regular shovel (which used to be my manure shovel) and get down to business. With my nose running, back aching, hands freezing and toes numb I worked for what seemed like an eternity. It was no fun. But it had to be done and someone had to do it. My daughter is home, but she WAS snuggled in her bed…then woke up to work out. She did dig the car out she drives, but only after it was mostly free from a little help from our neighbor. Luckily he saved me from extra work when he offered to help with his snow blower! Whoop whoop! It only took six years for my neighbor to be neighborly.

Do I miss having help around for stuff like this after we get slammed with two feet of snow? I won’t lie. I would love it. I would maybe even get out of my warm bed to help. But it truly stinks that I’m stuck with all the work. But I guess it was my choice to be single. So here I am in this predicament. I understand I’m a modern woman, but even we like a partner in which to share the tough times. Especially, I find, as I get older and my bones gets more sore. It becomes harder to keep asking people I know to do things for me, or to keep paying people. I envy my women friends who just have to turn to a husband/partner for the help they need.

But it doesn’t look like I will be getting that help any time soon. So instead, I try not to cringe too much when I hear weather reports that include heavy snowfall or ice. And I count down to the days till spring arrives and treasure climate change honestly. New England can be a challenging place for a single woman to own her  own home. Some days I’m not sure why I do or how much longer I will be able to afford to do it, but for now I keep shoveling, mowing, gardening, hammering, painting, tiling, cleaning and fixing. I’m glad I can and love my home all the more because I do. But should someone come along some day who wants to help me, I may just not say no.