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January 25, 2015January 25, 2015A // W // F

A Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park: Day Twenty-Four

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 find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]

January 24, 2015January 24, 2015A // W // F

A Promise of Warmer Days, Left at the Ballpark: Day Twenty-Three

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. * Today, as I write this, sleet patters my windows, and the cold moves through the house like […]

January 23, 2015January 23, 2015A // W // F

A One-Word Invitation, Chalked on an Abandoned Railroad Track: Day Twenty-Two

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 stumbled over a set of abandoned railroad tracks today — the weeds grown high between the […]

January 22, 2015January 22, 2015A // W // F

An Invitation to Look Again, Hung on a Tree in the Marsh: Day Twenty-One

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 is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the […]

January 21, 2015January 21, 2015A // W // F

A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

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 place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]

January 20, 2015January 20, 2015A // W // F

Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen

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. * If you’ve been around here for awhile, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually shoot photographs in […]

January 18, 2015January 18, 2015A // W // F

A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen

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. * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]

January 17, 2015May 8, 2019A // W // F

a promise, left on a park bench in the frost …

…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…

January 16, 2015January 16, 2015A // W // F

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 […]

January 15, 2015A // W // F

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.” […]