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To be reminded who we’re meantto be, stand here still. Look up. —Kim Stafford, from “Bright Dark Sky” ••• We are meant to be vast, like the sky,why birds draw our eyes upward, why trees’ long limbs and great heightdo, … Continue reading →

(In memory of Georgann TurnerMarch 1, 1951–August 17, 2021) Decades ago, when I first heard yousay this, it had not yet morphed intocliché, inscribed on rocks and plaquesand pendants, something grownupssay to children or lovers to each other: “Love you … Continue reading →

Which sounds related to crows,as in “corvid,” which they are in a way,carved stone supports projecting from walls to support weight, oftencolossal weight of great structures—likecathedrals’ massive arches and beams. A corb in old French was a raven, andcorbels resembled … Continue reading →

Never doubt that they remain with us,the elders keeping watch, time-traveling sentinels standingguard, offering silent protection, their heartstones testament totheir mission: keeping us safe. That they occasionally makeappearances, shimmering into physical form pleases uswhen we behold them, these temporal voyagerswho … Continue reading →

It is time to remember the unfolding,To remember the river comes to me.—Meg Kaczyk, from “Still, Life” ••• I am one of the folded—like an accordion,both instrument and file, the bright yellow origami boxfolded by a retired engineering professorthat sat … Continue reading →

(in memory of Margery Thompson) And now, on the brink of the first birthdayyou are not with us, rather than think about that, or your finalbirthday barely two weeks before you lifted off, surely, into the heavenyou imagined, I stumble … Continue reading →

(for Maxi, the moggy* at my house) Dude, forgive me.I missed your dayfour days ago. It’s not as ifevery day isn’tCat Day around here,but when all catsacross the globe are celebrated, andyour clueless personmissed it, well, yipe. To you,my mama’s … Continue reading →

(for Joan Stockbridge) If one is waving, perhaps bobbingits orange head in your direction, whether you’re a native or exotic,take it as a friendly greeting, a botanical hello, especially onthe hottest days. They’re meant to thrive when the sun blares, … Continue reading →

Twenty little toesies—10 crimson and 10 rosy pinkon lime green flops— nicely pedi’d, calves massagedby hands that remolded oursinto happy feet always a fine way to celebratea belated birthday becausedates don’t matter to toesies all spiffed up and ready toliterally … Continue reading →

(Ashland, Oregon) Anxious to find a parking spacetoo close to the time of our final play, I crept slowly up the hill by the park,invoking the trusty parking fairy, who must’ve been off preparing forher night’s work onstage— because it … Continue reading →