by mary1988 | Jul 7, 2024 | 2024
Before sailing out the channel,an army of sweat beesemerges from the forestas if telling meit’s time to leave. Thank you to Mother, who agreed to move into respite care while Rubin and I sail out the channel and head north. (Respite care is designed to provide...
by mary1988 | Jun 17, 2024 | 2024
Death, certainly, is the most permanent. Like the time my older sister lost her kittento the teeth of the dog next door. Or the morning he, who could no longer speak, said goodbye to his wife with his eyes. But I also have wept after...
by mary1988 | Jun 3, 2024 | 2024
Two deaths in three days. A brother. A poetry friend. And yet, the robins, finches, cardinals, and chickadees are singing from the trees at dawn. Their songs remind me it is a new day rich in possibilities.How do I want to live my “one wild and precious life?”...
by mary1988 | May 20, 2024 | 2024
As I was not thereto see the young fox emerge from its den beneath the neighborhood bench,witness the inquisitive eyes confronting the camera,watch its black boots boundacross the sloping dune,the white tip of its tail disappearamong the first...
by mary1988 | Apr 22, 2024 | 2024
Photo is of Ludington’s harbor, where the first lines of this poem were written. Celebrating decades of difference He says our sailboat is like a cottage on the water.I am drawn to the unknown that beckons from beyond.He taught me to feel the wind on my...
by mary1988 | Apr 8, 2024 | 2024
Sunrise, Racine Yacht Club, the beginning of my Lake Michigan sailing adventures 43 years ago On April 24th, I will be speaking about a lake I have loved since childhood. In preparation, I reread my book, Uncharted Waters: Romance, Adventure and Advocacy on...
