January mask
The play and pitch of light on a tree, the taste of morning air, a grey-laced cloud, the push of an east wind, a red sky, a wan moon as seen through an upstairs...
Category: Nature
The winter poem
The winter poem comes harder. You have to wake up in the dark, throw on your lined coveralls, your mitts and wool hat, grab the pails from the porch by the sepa...
Love me, love me, love me
Having made a few loops around the sun, I’m more convinced than ever that most of this world’s malignancy has its roots in our longing for love, finding n...
Last autumn I had a revelation
Last autumn I had a revelation.I watched an orange leaf fall from a birch tree, and land, just as it was.And at that moment I saw how ridiculous I was. Perhaps ...