From which the sky may be viewed
Most Sunday mornings, I cycle home from a zumba class [...]
The drunkenness of things being various
February was an eventful month, in the world and for [...]
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 [...]
Words of the fragrant portals
The poem that is speaking to me today is Wallace [...]
A feast of losses
Some poems yield deeper and different insights on each reading. [...]
Feeling good
Do you have to be good? Mary Oliver’s poem Wild [...]
