the world for a little longer
A friend recently gave me a copy of Louise Gluck's book of poetry A Village Life. I have had mixed feelings about her poems in the past but I love these. She creates a simple,... More »
A friend recently gave me a copy of Louise Gluck's book of poetry A Village Life. I have had mixed feelings about her poems in the past but I love these. She creates a simple,... More »
Just the weather that's here now. The sky is a sheet of solid white and Sharptop is obscured completely. It's snowing lightly. A little while ago it was a cold mix of sleet and snow and... More »
I love this poem. I pulled it from Roger Housden's wonderful anthology Dancing with Joy: 99 Poems. His collections are marvelous. Mind Wanting More Only a beige slat of sun above the horizon, like a... More »
Birds Nesting Near the Ocean Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God's lover, yet you worry what people are saying. The rope belt the... More »
from the Charlie Rose show. I bought Shadow Country recently. don't know when I'll have time to read it but I really want to. Matthiessen is a hero of mine. http://www.charlierose.com/shows/2008/05/27/1/a-conversation-with-author-peter-matthiessen
I was once given advice by an Indian who was very much worried about my preoccupation with words. "You must learn to look at the world twice," he told me as I sat on the... More »
My dad has been married to my stepmother Joan for 25 years now. She loves to spend time moving earth around and planting everything from boxwood to Siberian irises to rosemary in it. Gardening and... More »
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares... More »
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. --Eden Philpotts (i found this on the gratefulness.org website; it's from their thought of the day, which comes to me... More »
Late Feast Evening, the edge of the city, a whole day of void, then all at once the late feast: the Sanskrit of dusk that speaks in a glowing tongue of joy. High overhead... More »