A Tidings of Magpies

By Meredith Holmes At last I can be with you! The grinding hours since I left your side! The labor of being fully human, working my opposable thumb, talking, and walking upright. Now I have unclasped unzipped, stepped out of. Husked, soft, a be-er only, I do nothing, but point my bare feet into your clean smoothness feel your quiet strength the whole length of my body. I close my eyes, hear myself moan, so grateful to be held this way.

The things we leave behind...

Holy The sound The song  The rise  Cacophony of robin, finch  and dove song.  The rusty hinge of spring  Blackbird with redwing. Long spiteful winter has lost her bony grip  The red maples stiff upper lip  is a burgeoning Cherokee red. Mother Nature rolls out of her bed  Like me she is sleepy and tired  but so ready to lift her spirits high  above the wires where the doves  will soon align  The best view of the sunset  in this part of Highland county.  And so goes the song of spring.  Call and response And also with you and  also with you. ~Karin Bergquist April 5, 2015 Easter Morning  Porch Swing Poems Have a visit with some of my favorite musicians and poets... please note: photo from Melpo on her sand-grain.blog site

It's been a sad couple of weeks in CinCity. We've lost two of the city's finest--a firefighter trying to get residents out of a burning apartment building and a police officer T-boned on his motorcycle while leading a funeral procession. "Retired police officer" technically, but George spent a lot of years not being retired at serving and protecting the public and it was a job he loved. Daryl loved his job. His family said he chased after fire trucks as a kid; couldn't wait to be on one. I know Daryl from our Mobile Care at BigFatTeaching Hospital. That's the transport team that brings critically ill patients from one hospital to another. George had been married to a friend and fellow nurse from "back in the day" until her death not even two years ago. Both of them great guys, funny, give you the shirt off their back-, never met a stranger- kind of men. They left behind children, wives, friends, a lot of friends, broken hearts, and a city emp...