and a warm wind came up along the ridge.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
Friday, July 3, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Leaning backwards into cool water,
into the summer afternoon.
Close your eyes and recall the arch of your neck backwards, the way water holds you,
the bright opening in the center of your heart.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Friday, May 29, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Over time, we grow more dear
to one another, and our vision of each other becomes subtle and varied,
at rest in a constellation of days together; we begin to see
each other through a veil of uncountable hours, unnumbered nights.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Saturday, April 18, 2015
The real season of joy
The good news is I feel it all; the bad news: exactly the same. In the winter,
I find myself longing to hibernate, at odds with the demands of the 24/7 world. But in spring
and summer, the happiness I know is inexpressible--a kind of delirious love overtakes me.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The wind as her breath
Whenever I walk through tall grass---whether it's the dunes close to the sea
or the dry hills out east, it seems that this grass is the fur of some huge animal
who carries me without complaint, who bears my small weight with patience.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Four days after the equinox
and dusk takes a little longer to dissolve into darkness; the air is full of familiar scents
and every few feet I find myself entering still another memory of another spring.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
I fall somewhere in between
I like the way my Mom and my niece seem to share an understanding of the world while
I float somewhere in between them, feeling neither young nor quite ready to be old.
The afternoon was a movie that went on and on, the film never slipping off the reel.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Clutter surrounds us
and some days are long and exhausting but there's also the light
that falls on my girls and the dozen or so dun-colored birds who flit
through the pine, shaking the needles with another sort of brightness.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
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