Category Archives: Uncategorized

Perhaps it’s the tree of my dreamsgrown larger, the horizontal branchesthat cradled me now softened by memory. Or is it the dreaming tree, that long gone,leaning oak in my childhood back yard?I have known many other trees, loved plenty of … Continue reading →

It feels as if you’re being given an extra life to live.—Dara Barrois/Dixon* Or maybe it’s the third or fourth or hundredth chance—you’ve lost track, as you should. Doesn’t matter. It feels as if you’ve been given an extra life … Continue reading →

With a headline like that, how could I not click on it?I mean, I could start my own list: The I’m-growing-hair-where? places—The top of my right hand, on my big toes. The it-aches-why? spots, and don’t get mestarted on all … Continue reading →

Serenity Hills, 1981 In my dreams I’m there,scuffing my way over blackened earthstill smelling of scorch,of the fire days earlier that clearedevery foot of open space of rolling landscapewhere I was about to live. Somehow the neighbors got their horses … Continue reading →

The neighborhood weighs in,the online chat buzzinglike old-fashioned phone wires: Good morning! Does anyone know whathappened to Imogene, the homeless womanwho lived in the park? The responses zing with speculation,and what they lack in precise spellingreveals a level of concern … Continue reading →

Though I thought I did so years ago,I am walking away from that houseonce bound in anger and argument,where the two in charge stayed embroiled, even on the daythe first of them died, wherethe one who remained triedto argue with … Continue reading →

They nestle inside like a hundredtiny puppies waiting to be born, snuggled so tight they can hardlybe separated. But my visiting friend from Canada studied the driedpods dotting the gangly husks of formerly green stalks. She,who understands the nature of … Continue reading →

…it is a serious thingjust to be aliveon this fresh morningin the broken world. —Mary Oliver Awakening earlier than you’d like,somber, sober, shielding your eyes from the insistent dawn, youdampen your face and sigh. Look at this fresh morningbreaking out … Continue reading →

Every year on his birthdayRingo invites his fansto send peace & love to the universe,a concept that’s neverleft him, one that should neverleave us—not outof optimistic idealism but because lovereally is all there is.All you need is love, love me … Continue reading →

I don’t know her name,but I can’t miss the woman’s voicein the row behind me belting out the old spiritualwith the projection of onewho has sung on stages: I’ve got peace like a river,I’ve got peace like a river,I’ve got … Continue reading →