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By mid-August, this is getting old, you guys.I mean, I’m glad you’re out here bloomingyour fool heads off, but to make sure youdon’t expire too soon, I come outsideand squirt you every other day,sometimes daily when it’sso ungodly hot we’reall … Continue reading →

(for beloved ducks everywhere,including mine, whose half-birthdayis today) We have seen real mallards,the Duck and I, floating in poolswhere I love to swim, paddling and quacking theirway through turquoise pondsquite unlike any wild water in this neck of the woods. … Continue reading →

It’s only in the after that I see it:How I should’ve slowed down,stopped, actually, that time, a hundred times,and, fitting my small hand intoyour larger one, just sat in the quiet of the back yard, as I do now,under the … Continue reading →

Not a sunrise gal,but when I’m in an east-facingplace with a view of a. horizonb. waterc. mountains or some combination thereof,the lightening of sky intoa gently feathered gray-blue over a band of soft tangerine willoften propel me to the vertical.And, … Continue reading →

(And other names for the August full moon) To many, it’s the Sturgeon moon namedfor the great ancient fish that shinesdeep-water wisdom and endurance upon us earthlings. It reminds usthat we live through sacred cycles,hold the changes. We, too, know … Continue reading →

…your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and … Continue reading →

When she sees people duck out of sight as she comes toward them,it occurs to her that they might worry about being the subject of a future poem, which—as in her days as a journalist,always trolling for stories—they might be. … Continue reading →

Ages ago, a big orange catused to hoist himself up behind my father’s headresting in his recliner, crowning the man we loved,the only one who could apply eye medicine toBig Red’s baby greens, the trusting kitty who’d goboneless in my … Continue reading →

The one in my backyard, the moon’spregnant face inching each nightinto her roundest form, preparing to spit out baby stars,before shrinking back to herslender self, then disappearing before starting her cycle again.Here in my city yard I see few stars,must … Continue reading →

I thought that’s what the subject line saidas I skimmed my list of incoming email. Yoga for chickens? Is there downward bird?And kundalini yoga at that, which is said to “provide deep healing by releasing any traumafrom the energetic body.” … Continue reading →