…I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins.
Yes. This place. This…
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A Quiet Reminder, Clipped to a Wire Fence by the Railroad Tracks: Day Fifteen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * There’s a little walking trail downtown, one that runs a parallel to the train tracks where they […]
An Almost-Poem, Left Under the Williamson Road Overpass (and also: What I Talk About When I Talk About Poetry): Day Fourteen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * It’s been awhile since I shared anything here that approached what some people call by the name “poetry.” […]
A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]
A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge: Day Twelve
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Have you ever wondered why seeds do what they do? Why they send their small sprouts toward the light? […]
The Prayer I Didn’t Intend to Write: Day Eleven
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I didn’t plan to write these words today — I really didn’t. But this afternoon, in the middle […]
Dry Erase Marker, on a Mirror in the Women’s Restroom, in a Local Coffeehouse: Day Ten
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Earlier this week, I wanted to say something to all of us ladies who lean into the bathroom […]
An Invitation, Left on a Picnic Table on Top of Mill Mountain: Day Nine
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Have you ever hoped for a sign? Me, too. Yesterday, though, I felt a different kind of hope — […]
A Little Hope, Left on a Boulder in Harkrader Park: Day Eight
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * This morning, while the living room was still full of warm morning light, I inked some words on a […]
A Revelation, Tucked in a Box Left on the Herbert Davies Memorial Bridge: Day Seven
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * The mockingbird warbling in the bush beneath my window — surely he never stops his mouth […]
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