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Last night I stared hardat the clear vase holdingtwo dozen pointy greenstalks like paintbrushestipped the color of canaries,willing them to open. If I ignored them, I thought,one might shyly loosena lemony petal,let it begin to falllike a satin camisole strap,or … Continue reading →

Had they explained it to me in math classusing the circular plate, pressed in a crustand prettily fluted the edges, added a filling tempting to taste buds—apple, cherry,any kind of berry, pumpkin—but not mince,never mince—then baked it to a gentle … Continue reading →

Yeah, that ain’t me on the sign up there,my thighs hangin’ out like the drumstickthe gal’s holding, kickin’ up her heels in neon. My grandson’s idea, him the fancy chef,settin’ up shop, usin’ my chicken recipe, whichis all well and … Continue reading →

You hear the incredulity from locals: —Never seen this much snow…—The house is mostly buried…—We shovel and shovel—more keeps coming… and—The bay’s frozen over. Sure enough, snow white has overtakenthe emerald, frosting little Fannette Islandlike a vanilla cake topper, the … Continue reading →

for Kevin, best neph, who is 33 today This is the springing forward,the first of 240 days to makemore use of daylight from the second Sunday in Marchto the first Sunday in November.The Canadians started it in 1908, nothing to … Continue reading →

Worry descends before the rain,remembering the last one—water,water, so much water deluging ourarid selves, power outages and snow,snow, deep blankets of snow, pristineicing layers thick atop groaning roofs,shoveling that doesn’t stop. And now another atmospheric riverchugs up from Hawaii, the … Continue reading →

In between2nd winter andThe Pollening I awaken with a headachethat usually means something’sblooming, and, in fact, so much is, in this inbetweenmoment, which March so oftenis in my neck of the woods, which are not woods at all,but a city … Continue reading →

After days of gentle blue overhead,punctuational clouds dashingand comma-ing the sky, sometrees suddenly donning theirpink tutus, others ready for teain saucer magnolia cups, we prepare for what may bewinter’s last blast—more rain,more snow, we hear, drenchingus from mountains to valleya … Continue reading →

To the girls we were,the women we’ve become, to the women we’ve lovedand ones we have not, to the ones here and not herewho made us us, despite years of bemoaning ourimagined imperfections, flaws, failures, which trulyweren’t, and to those … Continue reading →

I have decided that I’m here in this world to be moved by love and [to] let myself be moved by beauty.—Ada Limón, Poet Laureate of the United States And so I move againon foot toward no specificdestination, moving justto … Continue reading →