Author Archives: Devon Marsh
Leaving Marshland
Sadly, our time at the place I’ve called Marshland has come to an end. Debbie and I have gone our separate ways. We’ve sold the house, and I will move to a townhouse near here later this week. Our plans … Continue reading
Better Government
My older son received a jury summons today. He can’t serve because he’s in college out of state. That’s too bad: he would be a terrific juror. But so would a lot of people. It won’t be hard for the … Continue reading
Overcoming Division
One of our favorite national stories tells us we come together in times of crisis. It’s a good story, and often true even if not always true. It rings most consistently true when the crisis comes from outside. From attacks … Continue reading
Poetry Updates
I have completed a long-overdue update to my list of published poems. Click on the ‘Poetry’ tab in the menu bar to see the list, with updated links to the poems that appear online. Thanks to everyone who has encouraged … Continue reading
Now Would Be Good
I was born on a Thursday. Thursday’s child has far to go, according to the nursery rhyme. Originally, that meant the child would go far in life. In modern times, the phrase has caused people to think the child has … Continue reading
A Risk Manager’s Thoughts on the Corona Virus Outbreak
Risk is the chance that something can go wrong, that something bad can happen. The term “risk management” is a misnomer. No one can manage risk, only do things to reduce its likelihood or severity. We can’t manage risk, therefore … Continue reading
Quiet
A poem I wrote late one night when my children were very young and everyone in the house was asleep came to mind recently. I found myself awake late at night, reading intermittently, and thinking about my family and friends. … Continue reading
Volunteering—Remote Area Medical
In downtown, the coffee shop is closed on weekends. Train tracks shine silver, polished twice each day. The Hall of Justice is the nicest new building in town. A lighted sign on Center Street advertises the free medical clinic this … Continue reading
My Father’s Memoir
In the last years of his life, my father wrote a series of emails to my oldest son, the oldest grandchild in the family. Dad copied me on his emails. He told me he would like for all of his … Continue reading
Reading in the Barn
It was a great experience attending The Frost Place Poetry Seminar in Franconia, New Hampshire in early August. This was my second time at the seminar, and second time reading poems in the barn behind Robert Frost’s house. See one … Continue reading
