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Now that there’s something to see out there,spring springing, bugs bugging, sky blue-ing,I’m looking through windows that could use a good wash—on my car, which allof a sudden are bird-splatted. This didn’thappen all winter. Now the fly-bys decide to alight … Continue reading →

My friend Lauratold me about writing poems on bathroom mirrors withdry erase markers— the rainbow ones being most fun—so I’m giving it a try— six new colors rainbowingdown my reflection, no idea, as always, wherethe words will take me, which … Continue reading →

Because it’s going to crack you open,showing up for someone else’s pain,sitting with their suffering as you struggleto tamp down your own. It can’t save the ones you love most,but it is a gift, the breaking of your heart,to have … Continue reading →

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.—Jane Smiley ••• Call it insecurity, an unwillingnessto part with old friends—thoughI have, lots of them. Still, so many remain bookshelvedthroughout the house, stacked in spots,too. Some … Continue reading →

Before I start writing,I step outside to take a sipof spring, well aware of the poetic cliché,the unearned enthusiasmas if we’ve just weathered the longest winter of our lives,a series of unenduringly,unending gray days. But some of us have,I think, … Continue reading →

Spring now in both hemispheres—equinox meaning equal night—we northerners spring-ing, the southerners fall-ing, thoughin truth, it’s only roughly equal.Yet, symmetrically on these twice yearly occasions, the sun risesdue east and sets due west, whichis why you’ll find me searching the … Continue reading →

I do not have the heart to chaseafter this earlybird that zoomsinto the house through the openback door—because it’s far too fairout there to keep it closed. I hear him buzzing the kitchen,though I don’t see him till I’m sittingat … Continue reading →

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of … Continue reading →

(for Cliff) On the 23rd anniversary of your last day on EarthI walk through one of the prettiest parks in town,the cemetery where we used to walk Buddy,where I long imagined I would put you some day. It didn’t turn … Continue reading →

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?—Mary Oliver ••• I see you there, taking shallow breaths,as though your lungs can’t expandto contain the wholeness of you. But I think they can. It’s your life, they’re … Continue reading →