Geraniums (revised, again)
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she …
Category Archives: Nature
White rose in November blooming
as if you cannot wait for the snow, as if you open wide to remind us that November holds both …
Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …
It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
Late Sunday prayertime
How the rain pours down with heavy boots on our roof. We hover close to our papers someways happier for …
March 2017
Slowly, slowly life comes back. Hair-fine roots far below the surface muster a wiggle, a stretch, and stir for us …
Even so
Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on …
