Pull of Harvest
Today I saw a swather laying down a heavy windrow of barley and felt the old pull of harvest. Memories of dust hanging in windless air, the smell of chaff and b...
Category: Poetics
A big bang love
There is a place between day and night, or at least equidistant to both day and night, that invites apprehending. This morning, or last night (either time is ri...
Enough holiness
I saw a small frog sitting in tall quack grass beside a wild blueberry bush. Beneath the elder, I see the wet canvass roof from the morning dew. Within the hush...
Things to do on a three-month sabbatical
Read Gary Snyder’s Three Worlds, Three Realms, Six Roads, for inspiration, for the music, for a lark. Consider chipping sparrows, wonder to fall like one....