It’s Never Just Rain
Far off. In a field, I am running toward a river. My dog flailing at my side. Camera slung around my neck; snow crunching under my boots, patches of […]
To Be Present with Suffering
“When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.” (chinua
A Story About the Body
A Story About the Body -Robert Hass The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter,
Ways of Seeing: An Alaskan Disptach
“Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.” -Phaedrus I hear the spring birds raising
Famous and Not So Famous Last Words
This, too…is wonder. -Charlotte Joko Beck, Zen teacher, d.2011Am I dying…or is this my birthday? (when she woke briefly and looked at everyone standing ’round her bed) -Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964
To Cast
I need no more than a boat and an oar. Painting: “Warrior Canoe”, 30″ x 60″, by Holly Friesen. Holly’s painting was published on the blog: tweetspeak…the best in poetry
March River Walk
I walk the river discovering a new direction where cutbanks have sloughed off and bending trees lean with a weary creak meltwater seeps up, whirlpools suck down and everything is
Breath and Bones: Memoir Excerpt #4
By mid May, there is no refreezing of melt water in the villages far north of the Brooks Range. Yet on one spring visit to Kaktovik, an Inupiat village
Negative Rays
Color is a sort of medicine; when the sky is blue, we stay…but when the sky is exhausted, turns ashy & dull gray we turn away. some would
Morning Light
Morning light comes late she puts cinnamon in her coffee sits down and knows. she knows. she can feel it. a soft cloak of fresh snow has covered the earth