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 …
Category Archives: Work life
In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
To William Stafford
Upon opening The Way It Is after a week that convinces me that this dark marathon is much longer than …
On healing and revolution
Gazing up this terrible mountain, you say, love is not enough, though when I add together everything else and stack …
When digging in my garden
Open spade cleaves mud, unwraps under-earth’s treasure-trove — twisted wires of plant roots clinging deep, no repentance, no shame. I …
From the ether
Late in the afternoon that day, as the low sun pierced the leaves like a thousand glimmering stars, each of …
When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …
Be it ever so
The light that morning came through a crack in the ceiling with me squatting over a pool, fed by some …
Atonement
The winter was kind to the day lilies and goats weed this year. They burst wild showing off ambitious new …
