Jan 31, 2024
Loosed in that strange, uncertain, shift between death of old year and birth of next, in this peculiar no-time when, torn between casting back to the old year, in reflection, or musing on the raw pristine page of the newborn before us- already burdened with countless,...
Jan 31, 2024
Golden shovel from my seasonal Haiku – first day of the New Year I take a walk, curious see where it leads me Rush of childlike heart-lift as my boots are first to crimp and mar the pristine white of this apple-crisp day in the muffling cowl following the...
Mar 26, 2023
(Cento- from The very selected Mimi Khalvati) A robin flew into my room today to hold me if light can’t No one is there for you. Don’t call, don’t cry. It had rained that day. It had primed a world- even the vine leaves shot with sun each vein a small blue...
Feb 14, 2023
How do you know you are loved? That pre-warmed spot as I slip between sheets and just a quiet sigh as my freezing feet thaw on him How do you know you are loved? Tea served in bed so I can ease into the morning watching the early light sneaking up on the garden How do...
Feb 2, 2023
As mean-spirited January blusters out in a final slam-door swirl of wind, this year’s second hammering bout of flu finally abates. Triple-wrapped; I venture to garden, hopeful – and there they are, my White ladies, my Fair maids of February, a small gossip of nodding...
Jan 16, 2023
beyond the glass- the day begins pigeon-grey and featherless-still, skeletal branches flail in stiff breeze, finger painting onto a drab canvas, as lead-filled clouds hover ominously, observing these wild gesticulations, yet unmoved. And the window seems to cry as the...
