There once was a coon who went berry-ing It ate the whole bush-full fermenting it wandered too far and was hit by a car After the feast comes the reckoning

I was in a sacred place that had changed. I struggled to take my shoes off. I sat down in a different place and lo, I saw you, heard you singing Where I didn’t expect you to be. I could not believe eyes, ears. But…

“A watched pot never boils” my grandmother used to say. Truer words were never spoken. A watched pot never boils… A poem never writes itself… not without great labor… and waiting… And then the words boil over… from the heart from mine, to another who…

Now, you walk away all smug superiority and I am relieved that the charade is over. Now, you escape from the city and I can return to my throne of art galleries & local restaurants in peace. Now, you retreat to silence and I chatter…

green beans sliding down the wall homework floating in the tub and you, Dad with your feet in the car upside down your face in the grass dome light on for all the world to see the glitter of the can in your hand the…

There is no place like home. There is no place I call home. There are places I come from, there are places I’ve been to, there are places I’m going. There is a space I’m using, a place that’s mine for occupancy, but is it…

  we need to follow the footsteps already there… fresh snow this spring we need to clean from the Apple tree we need to Watch before we need to go again… We need a New house every season

Pen to paper no ink, no thoughts come. Where are the words that come unbidden as I drift off to sleep or observe life passing by? Where are the words I drown in as I am overcome with emotion or love?   Eve Remillard 6/14/2015

Scrooge has nothing on the toiling ants, whose tireless pursuits are aimed at the simple desperate art of surviving, rather than droves of gold, they march determinedly up to the jar of honey, frantic and clawing each to earn their piece, each tiny pincer set…

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