Author Archives: janishaag

This breath, the rise and fall of belly and chest,this eyeblink, the refocus, then another,this swallow, the contraction of throat, then release, a wandering in, a presence warming the backof my neck, wondering which of you is flying inthis moment, … Continue reading →

Years of historic drought thatleft the lake I think of as minelike a great sandbox with ariver running through it mean that I’m surprised,though I’ve been keeping aneye on it since January,to see Folsom nearly filled to the brim, water … Continue reading →

for Mom Chonk cat, this dude, ginormous paws,looks like our first kitty, Fluffy, alsoblack & white but a hulk of a cat,my mother’s trusty companion. Monster fluff, the Maine coons, andMaxi is getting used to my weeklyappearances in the house … Continue reading →

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.—Norman Maclean, “A River Runs Through It” Let him bestanding just like that,legs apart in the stream,one hand on the rod,the other pulling the fly linetoward him, red … Continue reading →

So much right now, on every corner, the blocksin between, so much you’d think that it’s chased awaythe sad, the blues, that no one can possibly die whenrock star flowers show off on their spring stage. But no, we look … Continue reading →

we live in the midst of astonishing mystery,and in the everydayness, we must remember to celebrate the miracle of where we find ourselves,in the most ordinary places—at the car wash, perhaps—on a hot spring afternoon watchingpeople vacuum up and wipe … Continue reading →

the red bush roses that Inez, the saintof Santa Ynez Way, planted years agoin the space between the apartmentbuilding next door and my front yard— luxuriant roses that unthinkingyard guys working next door hackedto bits, far from the proper pruningInez … Continue reading →

for the Poeppel cats… and their people I rise and dress, shunning the showerfor now, aware that today is the first dayof cat feeding a friend’s felines downthe block, maybe a quarter mile walk,including the stairs up to her old … Continue reading →

for Mary Mackey I follow her down the path by the river,her river, the one she and her late husbandcanoed, where they swam and soaked upall manner of nature, when they weren’t teaching or traveling to the Amazonfor research—him the … Continue reading →

for Henry, great nephew-to-be You will not remember this bythe time you are old enough to remember,but you should know that while you were still cooking inside your mama,you were already adored by peopleyou would grow to call by name: … Continue reading →