Lincoln? He was a mystery in smoke and flags Saying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags, Yes to the paradoxes of democracy, ...

  You'd already said goodbye, but I wasn't sure you were already gone. Emerging from the bathroom, I called your name, wanting to kn...

  The talkative guest has gone, and we sit in the yard saying nothing. The slender moon comes over the peak of the barn. The air is damp, an...

  It is hard now to believe that we really went back that time years ago to the small town a mile square along the beach and a little more t...

  Twenty some years ago, I read THE LAKE OF DEAD LANGUAGES by Carol Goldman . Hooked.  I was hooked.   I had found an author who wrote words...

  Not for joy did we marry, but for this, to hammer through the to-do list in the dark, despair shared, one to lament and one to listen, kno...

As the stores close, a winter light     opens air to iris blue,     glint of frost through the smoke     grains of...

You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goble...

We think of her hidden in a white dress among the folded linens and sachets of well kept cupboards, or just out of sight sending jellies and...

I first read Diane Thomas' IN WILDERNESS in 2015 and wrote about it here. After recently re-reading it, I'm back to shout its praise...

Beyond the waves that lap the sandy beaches my balcony looks down on, there must be no distant shoreline, only open sea that stretches towar...

My head was heavy, heavy; so was the atmosphere. I had to ask two times before my hand would scratch my ear. I thought I should be out and d...

  Things pretty much worked out for you— you have what you need, and if you need more, you have people ready and able to provide. Sure, some...

  I smile at the stack of Bob Dylan CDs you are not holding in the passenger seat. Storm clouds have gathered. My "Wow" rises over...

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion an...

For Mercy has a human heart, and Pity a human face; And Love, the human form divine, and Peace, the human dress. Then everyone, of ever...

  I have three friends who are (separately) preparing for their first ever trips to Paris and they have each asked me to share my favorite P...

  When I was young, I cut the bigger, older trees for firewood, the ones with heart rot, dead and broken branches, the crippled and deformed...

  Old friend now there is no one alive who remembers when you were young it was high summer when I first saw you in the blaze of day most of...

  Sharing a much loved painting in honor of World Art Day. This painting was given to us as a house warming gift when we bought  our home in...