The real bedtime story
Time plays tricks. Sometimes it seems endlessly spacious – like [...]
I am done with apple-picking now
These pictures were taken in 2007 when Caroline Carver, Penelope [...]
Wet with a decent happiness
It’s raining, a persistent soft drizzle that the ground is [...]
Sit out in the sun and listen
It’s some weeks since I blogged and ideas for posts [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
