At the window:: a morning poem

I am at the window eating oranges sent from a friend of my mother-in-law’s from Florida: the only place now in our country without some fringe of snow, and they are sweet fire. I suck the juice off my fingers, sticky and grateful as fat white snowflakes fall again toward the earth beyond the glass. [...]

August 25:: Working Together

WORKING TOGETHER We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common cause, to produce the miraculous. I am thinking of the way the intangible air passed at speed round a shaped wing easily holds our weight. So may we, in [...]

A small thing

Into the road without hesitation, the other side as certain as the grass and hawk weed parting there, for the brief passage of fur, ears back, paws leaving and returning to the surface of the soft and grassy earth. And then I was there behind the wheel; unprepared for its smallness, for the sudden quiver [...]

How this began

Going through an old hard drive tonight I found this poem written May 5, 2004… three weeks before I’d find out that I was pregnant with Bean. +++ Today I heard that the Voyager satellite, sent up into space the year before I was born, is now nearing the edge of our solar system. Some [...]

Go out and see

go out and see what is for oneself notice stories trying to fly. +++ What is your story today?