The loneliness of first base

We went to see a Reds game last night and sat behind first base. The seats were as close as I’ve ever been to a Major League field. If I walked down a few steps, I would have been on the same level as Joey Votto, the Reds first basemen and my … [Read more...]

Preserving Places: The Coffee Shop and the Corner Store

This is roughly the speech I gave on Friday at Preserving Places: Indiana's Statewide Historic Preservation Conference in lovely Wabash, Indiana. Great conference and a great town. I was so impressed with all the amazing things happening around our … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 16

For Day 16, an anagrammatic poem about our cat, Kevin. Kevin Keep her, as in what my husband knew I would say if he pointed out the kitten on our back porch, small and black with ears too big for her head. Every day I tell her the things I would … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 15

Thom Brennaman and Chris Welch, the Reds TV announcers, are no Vin Scully. But even these two can't quite ruin the poetry in the language of a game being called.   Silky smooth You’ve gotta love that. That’s a double with style. He had 1 … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 14

A Light Exists in Spring Emily Dickinson   A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period – When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 13

! An Angry Poem About Peace by Michael Shepherd   This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere, hiding truth, helping us to deceive ourselves. 'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - say … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 12

Regarding Chainsaws Hayden Carruth The first chainsaw I owned was years ago, an old yellow McCulloch that wouldn’t start. Bo Bremmer give it to me that was my friend, though I’ve had enemies couldn’t of done no worse. I took it to Ward’s over … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 11

These are found poems from the back of baseball cards. Specifically, those from the 1966 season and picked at random. Well, okay, not completely at random. My team (Reds), my partner's team (Braves), the team I like the least (Cubs--yeah, suck it, I … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 10

A good and simple Monday morning poem from Thich Nhat Hanh.     Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion. … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 9

I always carry a little notebook of some sort with me. Sometimes they're fancy. The one I have now is a Slytherin notebook a friend brought back from London. I write all kinds of things in them. Lists and phone numbers and random ideas. They make a … [Read more...]