Author Archives: Carol Foreman Brockfield

About Carol Foreman Brockfield

Poet in Medford, Oregon

March 3, 2015

I haven’t posted here for a long while. But I like what I see! Lots of updates needed. . . .

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Tuesday, January 3

It’s 2012! Christmas and New Year’s are come and gone. Had a lovely holiday filled to the brim with chocolate.  Daughter Anne came, we went to a fabulous Christmas Day dinner party and enjoyed our annual New Year’s Eve party … Continue reading

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I Had to Tell Her When the words hit she gave only the slightest sign of comprehension before her body fell. Its full weight upon me in that last embrace her oh-so-exacting fingers the fineness of her wrists her child-like … Continue reading

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Tuesday, December 13

December. Freezing fog. Temperatures in the lowest 20’s. And no precipitation. On grey days it seems best to crawl back into bed and stay there. When the sun breaks through, then one can tackle the mounting list of things to … Continue reading

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Thursday, November 3

Well, the leaves are as high as an elephant’s eye. Not really. But they rake into a pretty big pile, and a few hours after the yard service left the ground was already well sprinkled with them. They’re still dropping … Continue reading

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Tuesday, November 1

Wow! November came while I wasn’t looking! Still waiting for that day when leaves drop together from every tree in a gold and red curtain. I love that falling day. It’s like “Last chance to hit the ground, guys! Bet … Continue reading

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Saturday, October 1

It’s October, and starting out the month/season coolish and cloudy. Deserted by the work crew, we’re putting down rugs in the downstairs (missing one! Where on Earth. ..?), putting books in bookcases and otherwise unpacking boxes upon boxes. It’s really … Continue reading

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Homesick for Napa at the New York Museum of Natural History

Three impala fixed in the instant of recognition watch warily out of glass eyes in the museum case. I know those eyes. Beyond them storied herds eland, gazelle, okapi, numberless against a distant mountain-rise dot the vast bright veldt of … Continue reading

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At the India Caravan

Drawn inside by the array of muted colors purple-spotted vermillion rust-magenta that peculiar unyellow from the Far East, no lemon or chrome but an enigmatic gold-beige all printed in confusion with blurred figurings crowded designs together in the window: shirts … Continue reading

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Tuesday, September 27

We’re into Fall now, and I got hit by a falling acorn. Ouch! Square on the noggin. I usually know enough to sit under the patio umbrella. The ink-jet printer is working, but now the TV is beset with problems … Continue reading

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