The air is cold, its sky a silver rink with crows skating on the wind while others tramp along the garden searching for things to eat or interweave a nest. The flock torn having descended earlier from a common tree while a different species flies from my ribs carrying the hunger of […]
spring is not decaffeinated colors change rearrange a beautified jolt spins the world hyperactive
She’d opened her heart to the music of solitude,and it had come to her. Sarah Porter Near that part of her house where the tree shades a window, wild grass and rock harboring salamander or snail, she sits humming her own mantra, a song recorded in the bones, and notices how much younger, […]
Just like *h*o*n*e*y*s*u*c*k*l*e knows when to release sweet essences in the wind today knows where to take us. We must trust the gusts as today almost blows us a w a y.
We last saw my cousin Yvonne and her husband Tage when they visited us in 2004-2005. We had spent several weeks, including Christmas and the New Year together before they headed off to our sister isle Tobago for a couple of days before returning to their home in Denmark. In the ensuing years we experienced […]
A 7-year-old boldly asks, “Why is my grandma always smiling?” “It looks like she’s smiling all the time. She smiles when she’s driving the car. She smiles when she’s washing dishes. She smiles when she’s holding my hand. Why? Why is my grandma always smiling?“ The teacher offers a quick reply: “Learn from her. She’s happy. […]
Oh, Honey, it’s not the money, clothes, nor the car. It’s much, much more by far. Do you see how that sun does rise, that moon can mesmerize, how stars illuminate nighttime skies? You, like the sun, moon, and stars, are my heart’s light reflecting love’s warmest glow. Oh, Honey, you must know. Money? Clothes? […]
I’m dreaming of greens—ferns, lawns, leaves, sprigs, sprouts, shoots, seedlings—displays of fresh starts. Oh, gorgeous greens. Winter, you’ve etched and sketched your display astonishingly. You, Dear Gray One, have made your seasonal mark—A+ you get. As seasons’ sentiments collide in times of gray, I longingly stare at paper-bag brown lawns, empty planter’s pots, and spindly, […]
…there are characters, both human and animal, whose assistance can be earned or spurned; and there is — over and over again — the journey or quest, which leads first to knowledge… Sarah Maitland I found a piece of the forest in Walmart’s parking lot where the winter tree dangled its few amber leaves — […]
