a shadow tilts its head at me
we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation
every day this week the waves have crept stealthily close to the front lines of families sitting unawares underneath umbrellas, hoping to catch amateur-beachers by surprise and wipe out their colorful and sadly unfortified establishments. seasoned families including our little tribe pile all of our belongings onto chairs and strollers, and build trenches in front… Continue reading unity
my laptop is overheating and it just shuts off every couple of minutes ... i never thought i would make an ice pack for a laptop. yet here i am, draped over the couch, surrounded by pencils and water bottles and journals and the symphony of noises which fills our full home. my thighs are… Continue reading the hum of home
yesterday i stared through the water into the rainbow lattice of light that danced on the bottom of the sea - making all of the shadows seem like holograms - and tried to lock it into my memory. the sun was dropping below the horizon but its rays were warmer and more golden then ever… Continue reading goodbye island
Ruby - a song lost to most of the world but so wrenchingly beautiful that those who know it keep it close to their hearts - like the precious gem it is. Don't be alarmed ... it takes a while for you to see beyond the dark, pulsing melodies, the desperate screaming, the seeming bitterness… Continue reading you’re an angel fallen down
I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star
open the slits in your face and start your day a lot of the trial of getting up in the morning is opening your eyes - and keeping them open. that drowsy alternate-self tugs at the slits in your faces, pulling them shut. but once we've opened them, and kept them open, our day has… Continue reading before you start your day
the flood. 