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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Meeting Death Full of Curiosity: Three Poems

December 7, 2025

Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …

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Once Upon a Time in America, Two Poems

November 18, 2024

At a time when we are all striving toward some optimism because the future looks so dark, I almost hate …

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Easter Gladness, Nobel Poet Milosz on How the World Ends & Begins Again

April 2, 2023

A Song on the End of the WorldBy Czeslaw Milosz On the day the world endsA bee circles a clover,A …

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Wonder & Worship, Poems for Easter

April 17, 2022

Primary Wonder, by Denise Levertov Days pass when I forget the mystery.Problems insoluble and problems offeringtheir own ignored solutionsjostle for …

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Memoir of a Marriage, Part III – Disappointed Love

April 19, 2021

When I first fell in love, it was a hot thing—urgent, possessive, almost feverish at times. I truly saw love …

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Memoir of a Marriage, Part II – Erotic Love

April 15, 2021

photo here In celebration of April as National Poetry Month and our 50th wedding anniversary (yes, I was a child …

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Memoir of a Marriage in Poetry, Part I – Innocent Love

April 12, 2021

In celebration of April as National Poetry Month and our 50th wedding anniversary (yes, I was a child bride), I’ll …

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To Live Content With Small Things

August 9, 2020

A few pebbles for the pond . . . .  To live content with small things; To seek elegance rather …

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Letters From Beyond the Grave on Memorial Day

May 27, 2019

While neither of these poems have anything in particular to do with remembering those who have given their lives to …

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Perfect Pairings – Klee and cummings

February 27, 2018

I’ve long been a huge fan of Paul Klee’s paintings and e.e. cummings’ poetry, and for similar reasons: their playfulness …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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