Category: Poem
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Photography and Poetry: Passing Over A River
Van Gogh, the painter, said, and I also have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn’t enough, what is? I once turned the summer green of a river, brilliant and beautiful as leaf shadow, into blackness, and then the snow egret above it into a textured contrast of feather over feather, the wings lifting…
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Paper Wasp Nest on My Birthday
A long time ago, I held one in a box, not a shoe box, but something else square and sturdy enough to carry into time the fragile mulching of a horde of wasps, not stingers, but paper wasps that still fill the dark corners of my childhood barns with beautiful lamps that do not light…