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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 →

A few nights agotwo planets appeared(from our rooted earthlyvantage point) to snuggleeach other, separated bythe width of a pencil eraserheld up at arm’s length. I missed it, thanks to clouds,but, I thought, no biggie—kissing, while a charmingnotion, is a bit … Continue reading →

for Pat and Dee They twoand we two,born to two siblingswho hailed from Illinois— we share the samegrandparents, we twoolder girls and twoyounger girls, so much family historybetween us, so manyphotographs the oldertwo have dredged up toshare with the younger … Continue reading →

Rain bucketing, pummelingthe park where, on the concreteedge of the flooded baseballfield-turned-wading-pool, standsa boy, his skateboard flippedvertical, resting against his calflike a loyal dog, watching. At some signal from his inneradventurer, the boy flips the boardhorizontal with his foot and … Continue reading →

for Dev Berger The trick on a walkin between winter stormsis to open to the sunny dayat the same time a friendhas joined you and talkcommences. You try to listen morethan you speak, thoughit’s just a mile to lunchdown a … Continue reading →

(for Lisa Morgan… happy birthday!) It’s a kind of birth canal,every tunnel we enter,imagining, if not seeing,the proverbial light atwhat might or might notbe the end. So much growth occurs,rich nourishment receivedin this final bit of gestation. We want to … Continue reading →