

Fifty Days and a Little Fire
mm photo: Ed Siderewicz We all recognize the tone of the death knell. Like the sun exiting the western sky, there is no shortage of...


Ten Years
mm Ten is such a complete number. Ten fingers, ten toes. Ten commandments, ten plagues. Ten Hail Mary’s in a decade of the Rosary. I...


Space: The Final Frontier
marci madary Lately I have noticed a general lack of space in my life. I write on a pile of paper on the...


A Birthday Bouquet
mm Roses are red, daffodils are yellow. All these 67 years you have been a fine fellow. Carnations are pink, grass is green. You are the...


Impermanence
mm Here one day, then poof, gone. All of life. All the time. Snow melts. Leaves change. Completed puzzles back in pieces. Computer...


Advent Joy
mm Advent is a tender time. Deep blues and purples catch me as I fall into darkness. Songs of coming home, and waitful hope and elusive...


"Same Drama, Different Day"
mm Was my response when a friend asked about work. Some moments it feels like a little progress; then the mud oozes underfoot and all I...


Occupation
by marci madary I used to be a poet. I am not sure anymore. The part of me that lived in the land of metaphor and verse has been invaded...


Route to 66
Originally created to link Chicago to Los Angeles, the Mother Road was made famous through movie and music. As America’s main street, it...


Nothing and Everything
mm Nothing is what it seems anymore. The world is slipperier these days. More unstable. Less solid. Predictions feel pointless. Plans...