cardinals singing boisterously, 5 a.m.
a raven or two in our yard
regular visitors
under our bird feeder
corn / cracked corn in the mix
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
cardinals singing boisterously, 5 a.m.
a raven or two in our yard
regular visitors
under our bird feeder
corn / cracked corn in the mix
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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a strip of land
to develop
or let go wild
or trash
you make your mark
me, I think I’d rather farm
or run a trap set
drawing on something
in my bloodline
more than the banker
but this is, after all, in a city
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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Steel rings in a stone wall
remained to tie up horses
back when.
Just in case.
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Copyright 2015
Here’s a local example of the Georgian style, which flourished 1750s-1820s.
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Here’s a local example of the Greek Revival style, which flourished 1820-1860.
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I never intended for my blogging to take the place of personal journaling.
What I’m posting is, after all, far more public, drawing on a deep archive of writing on all fronts now augmented by current happenings in my life and the world around us. What’s emerged is a kind of collage roughly defining the boundaries of my life and thought. I was about to say “normal” life and thought, but not everyone would agree.
Over the past few years, the blog’s also evolved into a showcase for my literary writing, even during a politically overcharged year like the one we’ve just encountered. Remember, I live in the Granite State, which remains a political bellwether as well as the home for many well-known writers. After all the years of having to keep quiet about these concerns, it’s been a relief to be able to air my feelings.
That said, let me admit I’m never quite sure what will turn up here. Maybe that’s why your likes and comments, especially, are so welcome. It’s nice to know when our hopes and dreams and experiences overlap or when there are alternatives to what I’m thinking or even presuming.
Now, back to work …
With its fierce winters, New England weather encouraged enterprising Yankees to build enclosed passageways from the house to the barn. And then those, too, grew into more housing or shops.
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Strolling around older neighborhoods of a community like mine, it’s quite possible to feel yourself moving through another era. Imagine horses instead of cars and let the utility lines overhead fade from sight. I find a tinge of time travel is especially likely to kick in around dawn or sunset.
Mentioning that to my wife prompts memories of her own experiences while working in a museum comprised of a district of historic houses in nearby Portsmouth. For her, the sensation would settle in during late afternoons in the tourism shoulder season as she’d step from the kitchen into the outdoors. No wires in the air, no traffic, no tourists to spoil the perfect scene. Truly harmonious and timeless.
Maybe even a vision of the future in an eco-friendly environment.