Milk straight from an old H.P. sauce bottle
I had a dreamy morning out and about yesterday with [...]
Sit out in the sun and listen
It’s some weeks since I blogged and ideas for posts [...]
The first surprise: I like it.
Thoughts of aging – and the less desirable alternative – keep [...]
How public, like a frog
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then [...]
Patterns from new disorders
photo: Ricardo Barros Yehudi Amichai’s poem The Place Where We [...]
Words of the fragrant portals
The poem that is speaking to me today is Wallace [...]
And throw away the key
I am coming to the end of a week of [...]
A feast of losses
Some poems yield deeper and different insights on each reading. [...]
Songs from the throats of the old gods
I am preparing materials for a workshop on Saturday on [...]
Quick, now, here, now, always –
Here’s the first section of T.S. Eliot’s FOUR QUARTETS, BURNT [...]
