Dedication
sweetly she sang for a swarm of us tucked into the dimly lit room sleeping snow outside, she grew still closed her eyes. when speaking softly is heard with a […]
Arctic
Eklutna Lake Back in the old days when there were no streetlamps we played outside after school under a bright moon. We were just kids then and we did not
The Whale Decides
The Whale Decides Rocky took me out on the pack ice by way of the captain, who granted us permission Like being on the moon. spring ice, blue snow white
BECOMING
You look at your bewildered face in the mirror, knowing or, maybe not knowing you are powerless to decide the day, to find your keys and lock the door
Molly
She is done with spreading, spreading her legs spreading brie on dry crackers, drinking wine from waxed paper cups It is true her life took shape as meandering clouds, thinly
Words As Play
No, this is not a post about religion. This is a post about WORDS. I have a box in my studio where I collect found objects that one day may
All Nature?
You know people live there: but they’re not visible a bar sign blinks open soiled lacy curtains droop in a cafe’ window & melancholy burns up from the asphalt
Coming Home, The Let Down
Wendell Berry, noted Kentucky author and poet, has made the observation that after a long plane trip, he allows three days for his soul to catch up with his
Walking Home
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping
Delicious Autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns. -George Eliot The colors