it's always more beautiful than I remembered.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
A force of nature
Seeing her and the horse under the same hot sky,
I suddenly understood so much more about this time.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Stretch out wherever you find yourself at the end of the day.
When we go to the beach, the waves carry me into another state of mind--and once again,
I’m in my kid-body--just noticing how the water feels, combing the sand for shells
and shark teeth, oblivious to wild hair and the layer of salt and grit
that coats my legs and everything I own.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Evidence
I've always enjoyed reading the signs of life when I go to a friend's house, or even
wandering through my own digs. A kind of sideways portrait emerges.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Once you fall in love with Dutch still-lifes
you begin to see them everywhere, and to hear the cry of time fleeing
as you gaze at fruit so ripe, flowers that open for one bright day.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Persephone's postcard:
We curve around our sleep like bulbs in the ground
with their invisible, incipient, leaves--not ready to push into the world above.
with their invisible, incipient, leaves--not ready to push into the world above.
Monday, March 10, 2014
A certain gesture
will sometimes throw me back to another time with another love.
Her collector's eye is like my sister's, and the delicate seed pods
with their ghostly sheen, remind me how quickly it all speeds by.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
When it snows all plans are off
and it's astonishing how happy this makes me. All my neighbors were out in the park
with their kids and their dogs and suddenly we were an impromptu tribe, and I was
almost drunk with a sense of possibility that is rare in my jam-packed grown-up life.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Standing at the edge of something big
I hold onto these brilliant afternoons when I'm feeling shrouded and directionless.
Somewhere this pulse continues and we're all standing close to the edge,
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Almost Christmas, again:
and we take out the birds with party hats from Nancy, the silver bells from my Mom,
and the little wooden deer from Zihuatanejo, and I recall
all of those days and all of my people.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Sometimes the present goes on and on
so that, months later, you realize that this sight is still humming along the wires
of your body, and this singular hour has not yet come to an end, as if
the rules of time were suspended just for you.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
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