Poetry The Book of KellsHere, there’s no circle, only the spiral, endlessly turning back on itself. No straight lines, only curves, coiling, looping. There’s…Barbara CrookerSeptember 1, 2016
Poetry Complaints from Medieval Scribesa found poem Imagine sitting for hours at a slant desk, copying on rough parchment with a sharpened quill, day…Barbara CrookerSeptember 1, 2016
Uncategorized GoldJANUARY 2012: POETRY by Barbara Crooker The goldenrod's tarnished and dull, gone to rust, as the Dow Jones plummets…Barbara CrookerOctober 30, 2014
Poetry Liturgy for March, Life, and Walking with JesusMARCH/APRIL 2014: POETRY by Barbara Crooker Liturgy for March So, here you come again, scratching the ground with your thin…Barbara CrookerMarch 1, 2014
Uncategorized “November” and “Blue Christmas”NOVEMBER 2012: POETRY by Barbara Crooker NOVEMBER This tufted titmouse at the feeder, all perky peak and bright eyes, is…Barbara CrookerNovember 1, 2012
Uncategorized Poetry by Barbara CrookerAUGUST/SEPTEMBER 2008: POETRY by Barbara Crooker Prayer in Autumn Turn me to gold, Lord, burnish me; strip me of chlorophyll,…Barbara CrookerAugust 1, 2008