Tag: birds
Praying with Fringes 02/09/2016 – I want to be improbable
from Mary Oliver, "Starlings in Winter"
Praying with Fringes 1/26/2015 – the snow in great sheets across the yard
The Slate Grey Junco Barbara Crooker with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket, bobs in the snow for sunflower seeds. Caught between two needs, hunger and shelter, he keeps coming back, even as the arctic wind which has howled all day shuttles him like the cock in a badminton game, wind that rattles the windows, shakes … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/26/2015 – the snow in great sheets across the yard
Praying with Fringes 03/05/2014 – with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket
Barbara Crooker will be reading at Big Blue Marble Bookstore in Mt. Airy on Sunday, April 6th 2014 at 1 pm. Come meet her and hear more of her marvelous poetry The Slate Grey Junco Barbara Crooker with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket, bobs in the snow for sunflower seeds. Caught between two needs, hunger … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 03/05/2014 – with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket
Praying with Fringes 12/08/2013 – see how simple it really is
then Alicia Ostriker after that it snowed a crispy inch or so and after this the sky resumed her rinsed blue scintillance and after that I remembered the birds so I filled the feeders with two kinds of seed and after this a cardinal a red-capped woodpecker and some finches have been flying around Now … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/08/2013 – see how simple it really is
Praying with Fringes 11/21/2013 – Longing
Longing Julie Cadwallader-Staub Consider the blackpoll warbler. She tips the scales at one ounce before she migrates, taking off from the seacoast to our east flying higher and higher ascending two or three miles during her eighty hours of flight until she lands, in Tobago, north of Venezuela three days older, and weighing half as … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/21/2013 – Longing
Praying with Fringes 11/11/2013: Sometimes I am startled out of myself
Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself, Barbara Crooker like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/11/2013: Sometimes I am startled out of myself
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 