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(for Dickie) “Now we’re here,” he likes to sayonce we’ve arrived on island, usually when we step out ofthe forced air of plane and into the thicker breathof green and seastuff. Or sometimes when,as soon as possible, I make my … Continue reading →

(for the dancers of the Merrie Monarch Festival) They look like floating cloudswearing yellow lei, the dozen wahine of He’eia dancingnahe nahe—gently, delicately, as they say in the islandswhere I will fly in the morning, paying tribute to the goddessof … Continue reading →

I mean, really, I wouldn’t be sitting hereon a Saturday morning, having shlepped snacks and promptsand, heaviest of all, me out of bed to sit at one end of this four-tablerectangle and put my fingers to the keyboard earlier than … Continue reading →

Soft kitty cry,I reach out a handtouch the soft, smile, sigh. When he cries, I hearher voice answer him fromher place in the firmament: Maxi, I’m here. This, now, is howshe appears toboth of us. ••• (for Mom)

This old dog loves to learnnew tricks, squirelling awaynewly acquired facts like, well, you know,not caring about mixingmetaphors or other annoying rules. Like today,reminded by my favoritebug writer/photographer friend writing aboutValley carpenter bees,aka teddy bear bees, that, in the words … Continue reading →

Good night, sweet ones,as you head into the dark. Oyasuminasai—wishingyou restful sleep, as theysay in Japan. Buenas noches to youryawn, to your mindcurling around itselfreadying for rest. Buonanotte, whisperItalians, as yourlashes kiss each otherand settle into sleep. Oíche mhaith,they say … Continue reading →

Some people like to build boats in the basement. I like to do things to food.—Julia Child Bless me, Julia, for I have steppedagain into the kitchen where I havefew natural gifts, and though I am not tackling anyof your … Continue reading →

All this light on Easter,as so many wish forand don’t have, along with warmthand tenderness andblossoming things. But hope, even undera waning gibbous moon, 🌖is also given this day, every day, really,to all beings everywhere,not least, dear one, from me … Continue reading →

Did I ignore the wordsstarting to ticker tapetheir way across my brain,imagining that I couldcollect them later? When, in fact, they would rollaway like spilled jellybeans, and,needing to walk onto the next thingand the next, and the next,I could not … Continue reading →

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.—Mary Oliver This is my work in the world—walking where spring has greenedthe many waist-high grasses and thickened the bracken andsent up the tall spiky milk thistleand the propeller-like wild radish. … Continue reading →