Monthly Archives: February 2024

The last time we leapt like thismany of us could not imagineleaping again, much less for joy, stuck as we were at home,forbidden to see, let alonetouch, others outside our bubbles. Four years downthe road, we find ourselves freeto roam … Continue reading →

(Granite Bay State Park, Folsom Lake, California) Walking on half-sand, half-rocksusually underwater, I do not expect to find—peering at rock bits ofcrimson-ribboned crystals and mica-flecked granite—a small elephant on its side, pressed into fine grit, itstrunk curling high. A mini … Continue reading →

which is what I hope we’ll havewhen I get to your place which is, I imagine, no placein particular, which is why I hope beyond all hopethat there’s still some you in that place of no placeand there’ll be some … Continue reading →

1. Yes, they have red on their wings, but they are not red-winged blackbirds. 2. Only breeding males look this glossy, this fancy, all spiffed up for the ladies. 3. They may sing in the dead of night, but they … Continue reading →

••• (the 18-foot-tall troll of Bainbridge Island) ••• (for Terri Wolf) She’s a storyteller, Pia,sitting in a forest glenon an island wheresomeone I lovedonce lived. My best friend,writer/storyteller,would admire curly-haired Pia sittingserenely amidthe trees, a sweet smile on herface, her … Continue reading →

No matter how far you rome,there’s no place like pome And though I can’t rhyme for spit,I try to find a way to work in: —foam—loam—chrome—Jerome even—Styrofoam And then I can’t stop: —climbing the dome—fingering the comb—meditating with om—writing this … Continue reading →

the date approachesthough it hasn’t announced itselfyet and with every sunrise you thinkyou haven’t done enoughlearned enough loved enoughyou haven’t fully embracedthe complexity the richnesswrapped up in this brevityof a lifetime and you have questionswhether by happenstanceor inspiration that are … Continue reading →

I sit in the hot tub—marinating as healing—eyes lifted skyward watching greatnimbostratus nudgedalong by gusts unseen— who can see the wind?— and along she comesmottled gray as angelssometimes are arms outstretchedumbilically tiedto a trailing cloud tugged alongin her wakeI follow … Continue reading →

It is all very well to survive the abundant months of the spring and summer, but in winter, we witness the full glory of nature’s flourishing in lean times. —Katherine May, from “Wintering” ••• And so I winter, here in … Continue reading →

(for Terri Wolf, fabric artist extraordinaire) Issac Newton never envisioned a color wheellike this: yards of fabric folded into neat squares, lined up horizontally on seven shelves, slendervolumes of possibility nestled together in a full-spectrum rainbow—red, orange, yellow,green, blue, indigo, … Continue reading →