Author Archives: Maggie C

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.

Force of Nature

The self-proclaimed matriarch deigned to hold sway though the mothers before her had not yet passed away. A whitewater rapid propelled toward the sea, A true force of nature, one might (quietly) say. The matriarch’s offspring like eddies were spun. … Continue reading

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UFO: Unorganized Fleeting preOccupation

where have they gone? why were they here? when did they leave, or do they linger near? what were they seeking, or did they come to show? who did they encounter before they had to go? I search heavenward, perhaps … Continue reading

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Weekend Wildcard: deck update

I was looking back on previous posts on this site, and came across the horrendous photos I’d shared a few years ago of my rotting deck. Well, the photos weren’t really horrendous, I guess; the deck was. I had written … Continue reading

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on ice

The early bud gets the storm.

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gurgling downspout serenades my sleepless night I long for crickets

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late harvest

Sunday school teacher white-haired and diminutive lessons lost on youth.

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First fire, then calm hues. Look to the sunrise this day. Hope dawns for us all.

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thunderbolt black sky lightning flash flood waters rise tears fall from on high

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Okay, I’m giving this another shot… I have a hate — hate relationship with the new WordPress Editor. Seems everything looks fine when I post something, but when it goes out to email subscribers, it ends up a mess. This … Continue reading

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Imposter Syndrome

My thoughtsskip across the surface ofa densely overgrown pond,then vanish – plop! –beneath the surfaceas ripples flee the scene. Your thoughtssearch the shadowed depths ofancient wells, then reemergeglistening with brilliance andshedding droplets of sagacityto quench the thirsts of all who … Continue reading

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