poetry wednesday : pencil in “sunlight”

The Word Down near the bottomof the crossed-out listof things you have to do today, between "green thread"and "broccoli," you findthat you have penciled "sunlight." Resting on the page, the wordis beautiful. It touches youas if you had a...

mindful monday : elvis, my muse.

I've been resting. And reading. And enjoying my new orange desk. I may have mentioned that once or eleven times. I walked around Beaver Lake this morning with my friend, Andrea. It was, as she said, like walking in a postcard. I ate fruit for breakfast. I am...

fear.less

I loved talking with Ishita Gupta. She called on a Saturday. We talked and laughed for a long time. I felt like I had known her before, but we had just met. I’m exhausted by all the striving I see online. I don’t know where the line is drawn between striving to...

poetry wednesday : call today

Sunflowers in a Field Sunflowers in a field. Goldfinches everywhere. They gorge on seed. They rise To rest along the power line, then fall Like drizzled lemon drops, like lozenges Of candied yellow light. Two weeks a year, goldfinches Gather on sunflowers here. These...

mindful monday : stillness

Sometimes you just need to stop. Halt. Breathe. That's where I am now. Breathing. Halting. Hibernating. I'm on sabbatical for a little while from Facebook and social media. I'm contemplating my new orange desk, the one I wanted, the one I ordered, and the...