Category Archives: Poetry

Monday,  April 26, 2021 In 2015, the Detroit News estimated 10 million walleye migrating from Lake Erie into the Detroit River. “April and May mark the start of the walleye spawn. An estimated 10 million walleye (sander vitreus, if you … Continue reading →

Friday,  April 23   “The world’s otherness is antidote to confusion” A long-time Jesuit soul friend, Bill Pauly, who died, too young in 2006 (heart attack), gave me Mary Oliver’s New and Selected Poems, Vol 1 in 2004 when I drove to … Continue reading →

Mary Tobacco & I have a Dad-and-Daughter 50 year kinship;  once a day or more we call in and ask each other: “tell me a good story;”  some stories are hard; some playful and delicious  — e.g., like Baby Marvin, … Continue reading →

April 19 – Pope Francis and refugees “. . . no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land.” Newly-elected Pope Francis spoke in July of 2013 to a world just getting used … Continue reading →

“To hear another’s voice, follow your own voice” This post appeared almost a year ago (April 16, 2020, to be precise). We sibs gathered at our sister Mary’s home for her April 13 birthday. Here’s how I began the contextual … Continue reading →

“Cairns [are] stone structures [or markers] that identify a place of great importance.” This little boy exploring a large stone egg got me wondering the way art does. Two artists here, the sculptor and the mom with the camera. So … Continue reading →

April 7, 2021 – “being surprised” “Is our main repenting, perhaps, made of believing good news, that there is news, something new, and it is good?” When I pray from Mark or Matthew or Luke (i.e., the three “synoptic gospels”),  … Continue reading →

Last posted on September 19, 2016 On our campus as people in the university world, like people everywhere, suck air, walk too fast, and try to manage big and little start-ups.  Lots of people scramble in their digital workplaces, not … Continue reading →

In this lovely contemplative place some 60 miles north of Motown, I am finding nourishment in an A+ fitness center,  consistent attention to metrics like blood sugar and a mix of prescription meds,  early morning prayer attention to my newest-bound … Continue reading →

Tuesday, March 23 “People are singing to each other across the empty squares, keeping their windows open so that those who are alone . . . ” When I moved to the Colombiere rehab Center in  February, all 60+ of us … Continue reading →