Waiting for the New Era
“The end is where we start from.” — T. S. Eliot If I Could See the End Coming I wouldn’t expect a sudden white light or a familiar...
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Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Nov 22, 2012
- 1 min
Another Thanksgiving Day…Thank You
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Oct 28, 2012
- 5 min
Every Child a Caroline & Other Possibilities
“A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.” — Carl Sandburg, poet When I first meet Caroline it’s as if looking into the...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Jun 17, 2012
- 1 min
After Walking Clam Beach
“I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- May 27, 2012
- 4 min
Another Memorial Day Weekend
“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle Everything I do is stitched with its color." — W. S. Merwin Sundog The...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Mar 18, 2012
- 6 min
The Road to Carate
“If we spoke a different language, we would perceive a somewhat different world.” – Ludwig Wittgenstein, Austrian-British Philosopher It...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Feb 1, 2012
- 1 min
Back Around
“Happiness is the longing for repetition.” — Milan Kundera Birthday Again Rain’s back, redwood stumps sliding further into duff. Always...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Jan 22, 2012
- 1 min
A Story About Poems
“If I speak for the dead . . . I must write the same poem over and over . . . .” — Illya Kaminsky, poet A Possibly True Story Once there...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Jan 4, 2012
- 1 min
2012: Humming Along
“Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you.” — Winnie...
Kimberley Pittman-Schulz
- Dec 31, 2011
- 1 min
New Year’s Eve — Looking Back
“There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But, who wants easier?” – Mary Oliver, poet December Cold, but...
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