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Category: Poetry

  • an artist’s statement

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    Faith Lane
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    look up look deep within look underneath linger awhile being minimal nothing is about us really we are dancing motes winding our way down a shaft of sunlight singing

  • not psychotic break

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    not psychotic break but midlife walkabout for two i want to go on a walking retreat with you i want to lose the false masks the false stress the false problems i want to feel my body working harder than it’s ever done i want to challenge my body, my emotions, and my brain i…

  • Reflection #5: Thoughts on Infinite Learning, Libraries as Classrooms, & Librarians as Teachers

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    I. in infancy we are fearless learning machines playful fluid learning minds ever curious ever seeking ever growing   with fertile ground and nurturing we grow and thrive   in hard-packed soil with hard-boiled souls we learn to survive   in either case as we age, we slow ‘til we assume we know all there…

  • Finding the Flow

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    write coaching email for genealogy club members crunch numbers for upcoming board meeting moderate volunteer luncheon & training send a personal thank you note to a generous sponsor flyers, flyers, flyers book selection committee meet with board president sprinkle generously with training moments spice with shared laughter add just about two miles of walking inside…

  • transmission trouble

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    the fluid burnt to sienna richness oozes seeps drips runs pours streams into the drip pan as you (in your ymca t-shirt and paint spattered shorts) loosen each of s e v e n t e e n bolts why seventeen? i ask (i love to watch you work) it’s a mystery… you say you…

  • celebrate

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    the thing about genealogy is this… you see from your own family and others that people are just people from the bishop to the farmer to the indigent widow from the lowest peasant to the wealthiest baron people are just people all have suffered all have fallen short we are all alike no need for…

  • irish ancestry notes

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    i’m irish? i’m irish. i’m irish! a few generations ago my people were irish what a wealth of stories that implies did they weep with joy coming to maine because the land and the weather felt like home? did they smile to see flowers on the meadow cows lined up for milking low bawling heard…

  • advice to our grandson

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    For the Baby Who Bumped His Nose (& His Forehead) [& His Chin] Yesterday Tips from Grandma’s Wild & Wooly Childhood 1. Do not stand where doors will be opened. Door knobs make a solid impression, and the black eyes they leave behind when they smack you in the head are quite spectacular. 2. When…

  • tenacious

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    They walk along a rocky shore father and delighted four-year old daughter (now wrapped in a quarter century). Stooping with wonder to gaze into shallow tidepools teeming with life. See! Oh look, Daddy! Tiny shelled creatures. Tenacious as the relationship between father and four-year-old daughter all grown up.   fl 2004_08

  • my daughter myself

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    looking at old photosi am shockedat how alike we seem you are your own woman now(as you always have been?) i hope that you canbe stronger than i ever wasburn more brightly than i ever didbe kinder than i ever thought of beingbring your dreams to fruition practice patiencewalk with grace i hope you continueto…