Indispensable Season

Indispensable Season ~Tricia Gates Brown   Summer ones live to be seen, pluck and do-da and who does not love them—all charge, splendor, hue?   But winter ones live for the under sides, roots gnarled, long as bloodlines, fettered to books and burials; faces not seen on   TV, but sifting media and message, tech [...]

Pre-Middle

{This poem about "pre-middle" age seems to resonate with the times we are in—so much slipping away, so much being learned. I wrote the poem back in my 30s, though now I am squarely "middle."}   Pre-Middle If childhood is a cradle of universal arms and middle age a turning back—needy or humbly surrendered; if [...]

Fall Poem

Again You are no different than asters that fall dead in sleep, reemerge each year strong and new. By   midlife, you had fallen twice. First, watched the pieces leveled one by one, left to ask what remains when no one calls, when accolades fester into gossip, when all our proud self-sacrifice, clever deeds   feed the [...]

Summer at Twelve

I recently participated in an event called Word & Image. Writers were randomly paired with artists. The artist selected a piece by the writer and created an artwork in response to it; and the writer selected an image by the artist, creating an artwork in response. I was paired with a talented photographer named Juleen Johnson. She [...]

Pre-Middle Age

The following poems were read side-by-side at an event called "Cannon Beach Writes" in Spring 2008, and were much appreciated. Here I share them side-by-side again... _____________________ Pre-Middle If childhood is a cradle of universal arms and middle age a turning back—needy or humbly surrendered; if old age the return, and death a womb of [...]