women’s work | Women’s History Month
women’s work
is never done
sign here
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Even though this is called a Teacher’s Contract, you’ll see it’s for women only. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Category: Haiku/Poetry
March 2, 2015
words on paper
words on paper
nearly forgotten
traces of you Read the rest of this entry »
February 28, 2015
“Gather my broken fragments…”
Here’s an excellent reading for today. It’s George MacDonald’s sonnet for February 29. I know, this isn’t a leap year. It is, however, appropriate for the end of any day, week or month of the year. Including February! So here it is, with my comments following. Read the rest of this entry »
February 27, 2015
unfocused foreground
unfocused foreground
heightens complexity of
simple ebb tide scene Read the rest of this entry »
February 26, 2015
searching for myself
This poem came to mind yesterday.
First published 10 Feb 2015, it captures the vulnerability of a lonely soul.
Lost and looking for relief in all the wrong places.
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searching for myself
lost somewhere out there
in your eyes your smile
your listening ear
your approval your tenderness
your dream for me Read the rest of this entry »
February 25, 2015
beneath the surface
beneath the surface
fleeting shadows of life play
tricks before my eyes Read the rest of this entry »
February 24, 2015
“…Contentment’s numbing trap”
Today a reader asked about James DePreist’s poem, “I’ve been weakened by the walls I’ve built.” She’s interested in the “relationship between resisting ‘contentment’s numbing trap’ and the ‘peace that passes understanding.'” Here are a few thought about this.
First, DePreist’s poem, in case you missed it. Read the rest of this entry »
February 23, 2015
“Forget the Shell”
I needed to hear these words today. It isn’t that I feel like nobody. It’s that sometimes I feel lost in a great sea of humanity. This poem reminds me: It’s about the One and Only You, and the importance to You of empty shells and every grain of sand. No matter what others think. Don’t miss my polite note to Amy at the end. Read the rest of this entry »
February 23, 2015
James DePreist’s Precipice Garden
I’m looking at This Precipice Garden, a slim volume of 42 poems written by James DePreist. One of my friends gave it to me in 1988. I’d never heard of DePreist.
James DePreist was African-American. Born in Philadelphia on November 21, 1936. Nephew of Marian Anderson, also a Philadelphian and role model for young black musicians. When he died in 2013 he was 76 years old.
DePreist’s life was shaped by two realities: Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 