Author Archives: janishaag

Workers chain-sawing downedtrunkslimbsbranchesbareandneedledall manner of blowers blowingunder threatening skies holding offfor now but we know the next storm is on its waygathering like atmospheric birds of preyand we, unused to so much water so quickly,sit vigilant wary about what’s coming … Continue reading →

people have often told me,but she, like so many of us,does not see this, even after I point out that we have limitedvision when it comes to ourfaces, only able to see in 2-D what the mirror shows us.But she … Continue reading →

We drive home, all the way up the centralvalley under soft gray puffy clouds that havenot yet flattened into rain, past crepuscular raysas we climb the Grapevine, admire the godlight arrowing into Pyramid Lake—Look at the light! clean and crisp—imaginingthat … Continue reading →

And how did that happen?That enough 24-hour spans occurthat they become lived time,a lifetime. And that we are all not grantedas many as some, fewer than others(and how we are missing those others). And that there’s no way to knowwhat … Continue reading →

noun: a hormonally controlled quiescence resulting in a reduction of metabolic activity, often occurring seasonally, especially in insects I’ve just learned thatas the cold descends,you, little red-suited beetles,cuddle tight to eachother like cubs in a dennapping, your metabolismslowed to the … Continue reading →

run your fingers like a prayerover every bit of the world,saying quietly, with eachbreath, thank you forthis chance to love—Kai Skye because if thank you is perhapsthe best prayer, then we cannotutter it often enough because if the world has … Continue reading →

Definitions: 1. [ woom–uhn ] Noun: An adult female person. 2. One who, in certain places on the planet, is not permitted to determine what to do with her own body, particularly if she should become pregnant and does not wish … Continue reading →

Sure, we tell people, it’s because we love the town, stayedin the same cute condo in January, and because there were9 nights over Christmas when it was available, and our family didn’t mind our absence, and if actual winter—gray cotton … Continue reading →

Listen,the voice said,and I did,sit,and I did,resisting the urgeto ask why,and the voicesaid, rest a bit,honey, your soulwants to catch up, and I thought,you mean I canoutrun my soul?isn’t it like a shadow,always attached? and the voicesighed,as it does,and said,shhhh, … Continue reading →

Actually, from where we sit,on the patio in the warm(southern) California sun,we see at least 20 shaggy headsrising high into the blueon long columns, theirpendulous leaflets swingingfreely in the merest breeze. The seven closest seemperfectly arranged, a smallchoir of California … Continue reading →