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...
Learning Slowly
I have often underestimated the gift of slowness - ignoring it in a rush, casting it aside when in a hurry. Overly attuned to calendars,...
Sixty-Four
The Beatles’ song sings of that age as a distant future – the way we all thought of it in our youth. It seems the earth spun around once...
Exceptional
marci madary My Grandma was 98 ½; she died on my grandpa’s birthday. He had left this world 5 ½ years earlier. Cognitively engaged until...
