Four Men Sing

Posted on November 16, 2009 by riverwriter

We stand, listening to each other:
the first run-through is rough;
we are not breathing together,
so our phrasing does not match.
The low November sun carves
into the gold edges of our faces
and shoulders; we lean into Continue reading →

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barefoot summer

Posted on November 15, 2009 by riverwriter

Chance Harbour Nova Scotia 1949

The warm sea breeze smells salty.
We approach the beach at the low spot,
where the cliffs give way to crabgrass and
magical sand that can become castles,
vast excavations, treasure troves of
mother of pearl shards, fresh mussels
with their tiny purple pellets, and promises
of pirate jewels and ancient Continue reading →

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easy

Posted on November 14, 2009 by riverwriter

Family is a special garden:
it rewards the gardener’s song
with beauty, meaning and life.
Roses, raspberries and cabbages,
potatoes, beans and orchids—
family feeds our hearts,
our passions, Continue reading →

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