Lost
I was lost, lost, lost Oh where was that road? I was trying to find Cindylou and Michael’s cabin in the Sierras, not far from Auburn, California. I don’t know, looking back, why I even thought I could find it, … Continue reading →
Deb Pierce McCabe
My Mother’s Eyes
My mother’s eyes could freeze water with a glance. And she knew it. Just a sharp look from those gray eyes and we’d stop whatever we were doing, if we saw them in time. She’d have to yell sometimes to … Continue reading →
Lingering Questions
I wish you had told me what it was that bothered you so much. Could you have even said? Could you have articulated it in words, I mean, in plain English so that I could understand you? Maybe you didn’t … Continue reading →
“For Darkness Restores What light Cannot Repair” Joseph Brodsky
Sleep and winter. Deep waters and frozen earth Silence These things heal us, even though we may dread them. Taking the time to walk in the darkness, To hold that dark space within me To hold myself in tenderness Even … Continue reading →
Out of the Quarrel with Ourselves We Make Poetry
“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” … Continue reading →
Navigating New Waters
The smoke from the California, Oregon and Washington fires has lifted now in the Pacific Northwest, and the season is changing abruptly from summer to autumn. I am grateful for the clearer air, which seems to have been cleansed by … Continue reading →
Yesterday
Yesterday the smoke was so bad here that I couldn’t go outside. The sunset was very beautiful again, of course, but a ferocious ill wind came in from out of the northeast, bringing smoke from the wildfires on the other … Continue reading →
Cauliflower Scar
I have a scar on my left thumb, right where the thumbprint it, from a cut I got chopping cauliflower one evening when my boyfriend was over. I was 22 years old. The cut bled like crazy and he thought … Continue reading →
Move Over, Iron John, there’s a Blue Kid in Town
I had the pleasure of hearing and talking to Robert Bly when he was on his book tour in 1990. I was intrigued by his talk and the mythical story of Iron John, the rusty red creature hiding in a … Continue reading →
Crack the Clock
Crack your skull and time stops the stars whirl in front of my eyes where was I? In the upper lot, above the rockery. I was walking fast, sunhat on my head, lowered over my eyes, thinking, looking backward in … Continue reading →