Somehow this poem matches my various moods related to our bosque walks. Although with a kind of reversal…I am often quite achy and gloomy about the world upon awakening…but by the...
Depressed this week. Why? There’s that darn pandemic but that’s not it, not really. It’s this country. This government. It’s the ‘state of the union.’ You know how you wake up...
I have a few nice nature photos from the last couple of weeks. Nice weeks with a smattering of rain…a puny monsoon season if that was it…still, it was rain. However...
On our summer vacation, Celia, Sara and I were scheduled to be in Kruger National Park in South Africa yesterday. At least we were in Plan A. I think that had...
Banal: So lacking in originality as to be obvious and boring. I am two thirds of the way through Mary Trump’s book, Too Much and Never Enough. I expected some outsize...
I love everything about this poem, especially how it reminds me of Minnesota in April. SPRING STORM BY William Carlos Williams The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the...
My goal here is not to write prose of which I’ll later be proud…oh sure that would be nice but right now I can barely remember the alphabet. My goal is...
I can’t have actually lost my mind, right? I mean it’s still here with me, if not in my head or somewhere else in my body, it’s surely around the apartment...
Day before yesterday was the Fourth of July. Never my favorite holiday. Dedicated to noise. But what if it’s 2030 and life’s memory stash is all muddled…what if I need to...
How to love New Mexico again…with the passion I felt for this place the first years I lived here. Sometimes it’s easy. Yesterday morning for example. Steven and I walked from...
