In December the sky darkened but a star cracked the blackness to perch like a red bird on the waiting finger of an evergreen tree. Hiking through the field we knelt on damp leaves and knew: the Earth will heal herself. Merry Christmas and Happy Solstice!
Last week my former companion Harry called me to see how I was doing since the passing of my dear friend Craig. It was incredibly kind of him to call because our relationship has at times been rather prickly. We had a brief conversation and as we were about to hang up he said, “You’re … Continue reading Loving Harvey
On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the first oranges of the season when Louise’s mother came out to the yard to tell them the news that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. Every year after, my mother commemorated the date by picking, and then eating, … Continue reading My Mother’s Orange Tree
I pledge allegiance to this sand and gravel road that runs between the river and my house, clumps of California poppies rangy stalks of fragrant fennel and burgeoning fig trees that grow wild on the river bank. I pledge allegiance to the rhythm of the spoken word to cheap pens and notebooks that welcome … Continue reading Happy Birthday USA!