Kimberley Pittman-Schulz

What does it really mean to be small?

A small, lyric essay

24 Apr

Now

Evidence

There is a place in the woods below so holy you mistake it for ordinary. Within a universe of redwoods,

21 Apr

Now

International Haiku Day

In starlight, such peace. Bears, foxes, all come to you. By day, your heart, wild.

17 Apr

Now

Baring

Standing under a string of satellites, the night, a black kite, I lean out of my body. No wind, no

17 Apr

Now

In between

How do you measure pain? The hospice nurse offers a range, one to ten. A place on her form wants

16 Apr

Now

Let's say

Let’s say there is a mountain and many ridges crowned with trees, some naked maples and alders, others spicy-green

15 Apr

Essays

So many ways to be small

I am practicing so many ways to be small. When the two chattering women with their two roaming, rebel dogs

14 Apr

Wild Now

Moon joy

What if the Earth's greatest mystery is found in the space of a human heart?

10 Apr

Now

Stray whiskers

A bowl of stray whiskers, feline. I can’t decide if they are a collection or an offering. Some are

01 Apr

Now

Light-eater

"We eat light, drink it in through our skins." — James Turrell, artist & MacArthur Fellow, known for his

29 Mar

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Starfish

All night my mind full of starfish, their bodies a shock of salmon-y red, their bodies succulent hands and splayed

28 Mar

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Banana slug

Sometimes, kneeling before the yellow writhing of a banana slug sliming a window pane, I pray, hands pressing glass, watching

16 Mar

Wild Now

Of salamanders and strange conversations

Two Field Notes | Variations on the daily mystery of 'what is'

13 Mar

Now

Combs

Why give the comb teeth, that label, as if it’s a small fearful animal flashing it’s snarl and

12 Mar

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Heron

Take your glassy eyes away from whatever screen pierces them. Lift your weathered face out of whatever curiosity or burden

10 Mar

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Old conversation

So many years ago, a man we didn’t know well asked my husband, “Do you believe in God?” The

07 Mar

Now

Little salamander

"Hello, Little Salamander.” Heading out the garden room door, surprise, a dark-coppery sliver of movement, as my foot swings

04 Mar

Wild Now

What unspoken agreements carry you forward?

Two Field Notes | Time with a tiny lily and a story about trust

27 Feb