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. * Yesterday I park my car downtown, on Franklin, and walk toward Elmwood Park, in a sunlit avenue of […]
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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 […]
A Prayer, Tucked into a Hollow Log at Fishburn Park: Day Three
This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * I got out of the car and walked down the hill alone, a small wooden box clutched in my left hand. In the last of the day’s light, everything looked like a charcoal sketch: black and white and gray. My heavy fleece-lined […]
The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge
Three weeks ago I wrote you a poem – or something a little bit like one. And I could have just posted it here, but something told me it needed to be delivered to the world in a different way. It needed to be left somewhere, somewhere where everyone or no one might read it. And then […]