Now

Now

Birdy moment

In this house of wonderful tall windows, it can feel like living inside a snowglobe, only with cats and dust

11 Feb

Now

Ruth Stone

Scanning a list of women poets this morning, I pause at Ruth Stone. I heard her read her work decades

11 Feb

Now

Invisible

Sometimes it seems I could be the only person on the planet. Stepping out on the deck past dusk, in

09 Feb

Now

Orb weavers

A week ago, a young man speaking of orb weavers in a deep ditch, hundreds of them, golden-yellow, their webs

07 Feb

Now

All the bears

Early morning, my husband half-waking out of sleep to tell me, “All the bears are dead.” I’m a bear-lover,

05 Feb

Now

Birthday

Today I become the age that my mother was when she died. Logically, I know it means nothing. We two,

02 Feb

Now

Despair

Despair is a kind of fire in the skin, that pink sheath stretched over the cheekbones, the red-rim at eye’

01 Feb

Now

Invisible trail

Who are we when we write? I’m in the last session of a brief writer’s workshop, a handful

31 Jan

Now

Pillow

My OwlMan, so depressed all day and almost no appetite at dinner. Preparing the bed for him, I see the

01 Jan

Now

Endings

There is such weight in endings. One year dissolves into another. Did I do enough in the year now gone?

31 Dec

Now

Wanting

Wanting. Is how we stay in this life. Wanting. Is the life force. Wanting, not out of lack, but fed

21 Dec

Now

Groundlings

Adding a piece of madrone to the woodstove, I notice an ad about Alzheimer’s playing during a break in

12 Dec

Now

Composting

To be a caregiver, moments into days into weeks into years, changes the scale of life. My world becomes smaller,

27 Oct