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C’mon, you can do it.Put a little love in your heart.Spread it around on this daythat celebrates the simpleact of being kind to others. Let’s make the worlda little brighter, a little betterwith a gentle gesture, a smile,a friendly word … Continue reading →

Inside the river there is an unfinishable storyand you are somewhere in itand it will never end until all ends—Mary Oliver from “What Can I Say” Of course, the river’s story never ends,even if its bed lies dry and stony—it … Continue reading →

you remember treasured liplocks,moments of sweaty anticipation,knowing that there is nothing elsebut this instant, someone’s butterfly lipsmeeting yours in frenzy or tenderness. And, no matter what follows—recallingyour lips brushing your grandmother’s paperycheek, the joyful leaping licks of a dogdelighted by … Continue reading →

We know that they walk with usevery day—or maybe they flit, fly, flutter by in the wingéd thingsor in winking bits of light. We feel them more often thanwe speak of them, the dearly departed, because who wantsto hear one … Continue reading →

The former dead guyresurrected four years agoeats his favorite crabsandwich in Bodega Bay,on his 80th birthday, then drives us up the coaston an afternoon so blusteryit knocks us sidewaysas we maneuver ruggedsteps down to the blacksand of Shell Beach where … Continue reading →

We all want to belongto someone, something,sometime, and the deft eyewink ofthe apostrophe affirmsconnection: the girl’s notebookthe girls’ soccer teamthe boy’s pianothe boys’ campout the art of belonging to oneor more than one. But it’s more than that:A bit of … Continue reading →

He long ago dubbed the daybefore we leave on a tripfor the rushing, the packing,the cleaning, the last-minutenessbefore departure, when, if we’re going to board a plane,the imperative of packing tightlyresults in late-night fussingand too-little sleep. But, when driving, say, … Continue reading →

Been trimming his hair sinceit was dark brown, thick, straight,easy to cut for an amateur like me, though after all these years,I suppose I’m a semi-pro, and myfee has never gone up: a penny or a kiss, as established by … Continue reading →

Saw this bumper sticker on a graycompact heading east on J Streeton a sunny Saturday, my fellow citizensand I wearing our shades, baskingin the warmth like lizards after enduringnine atmospheric rivers washing uscleaner than clean. Flooding, downed trees—so manylost sentinels—had … Continue reading →

I reach for words that float fromtrees, from starstuff, from the heavens,tack them lightly to the page inimperfect order. Somehow they saysomething I need to hear, oftensomething I thought I didn’t know. I am looking for the whole of myself,willing … Continue reading →