Are you calling me a hoarder? I’m not a hoarder. Really, I’m not. Hoarders have winding pathways through a house piled high with 10-year-old unopened boxes of crap purchased off the shopping channels. My house isn’t like that! The books? Books don’t count. You can’t have too many books, even if you have to stack […]
Lauri Rose
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Driving with My Father
To give my brother and his wife a break, I take my 97-year-old, Alzheimer’s riddled dad for a couple of days every month. By mid-morning, I’m stir-crazy and Dad is getting antsy. So, the days go something like this: “Hey Dad, it’s Sunday, how about a drive?” Never mind that yesterday was Sunday and tomorrow […]
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Gardening as a Moral Conundrum
Who’s the dimwit who promulgated the idea of gardening as some kind of idyllic activity that will connect us to our loving, nurturing, higher selves? Surely, this person never put spade to earth, nor hand to weed. The truth is, gardening is fraught with moral ambiguity. With no more training in ethics than their own […]
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HERE
Where the green grass sinks into Earth Amongst the worms and epic battles written small Seeking a thing I could call my own Instead of knowing God I settled for knowing Life The only one I have been gifted The only one I can raise up Or lay down The only one that can create […]
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After Twenty Years
(for J.) Canning peaches we talk about the past. About women looking for land of their own. I say, “I was thrilled to find this place that had a view and a waterfall. Just what I’d asked for.” She said, “All I wanted was to walk through the woods to my best friend’s home.” My […]
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Paying It Forward / Fall Day
Paying It Forward Fragments of verdant spring, scorched a burning orange, careen before the changeling wind. Barely Fall and already the forest floor is littered with returning molecules and all it took to make a leaf. Paying it forward without distinction they all disintegrate. Every leaf in love with the forest floor and the belly […]
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Evening oak
Evening oak 500 years of spreading branches softly fuzzed in green against a sky so deeply blue it touches on crystal. Over and over without longing or desire twisted fingers pull up stability, love and ageless patience. By Lauri Rose
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Wild Child
hair-mess little girl, tree-climbing chaos tomboy girl lowers her head. spirit in metamorphosis she reads aloud a poem about trees, birds and mountains in mist. long hair, hereto wild, smoothes itself into a folksong, almost quiet. But not quite, — Lauri Rose
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On the Lost Coast
There is a crack between day and night that is not cold nor loaming dark. A place for brutal beasts to rise up like myth and greet us. If we are not careful we will not hear them sing. If we are not careful we will fall prey to the pretty picture of elk at […]
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This Time of Morning
There is quiet in this time of morning. Quiet in the way the fog has ceased to flow up the valley even as Cold Water Creek flows down. Deep quiet in the way the fox stirs Only to turn one more time before Settling down in the dark of the den. Quiet like the thing […]