What is next Next is what is called New. For everything is patiently awaiting us. – Allow me please, to make you a coat said the craftsman’s wife. And then… […]

Fluent I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding John O’Donohue from Conemara Blues, HarperCollins, 2001 Short and sweet! This poem! […]

  Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no […]

A merganser is clucking in front of me in a little bay near our cabin on Cortes Island, B.C. I call it clucking but it sounds also like little honks. […]

A few days ago I was high up – about 900 feet – on a mountain top overlooking hills and vineyards, stretched along the valley floor, in California’s wine country. […]

News Of Death For Tom Charlotte Last night they came with news of death not knowing what I would say. I wanted to say, “The green wind is running through […]

Weakness Old mare whose eyes are like cracked marbles, drools blood in her mash, shivers in her jute blanket . My father hates weakness worse than hail; in the morning […]