My life



Of course there is still beauty—the light this morning was like the light when it’s snowing, there were wrens in the borage plant outside my window, the sheep are funny and joyous companions, the color (…) Read more


It’s poetry month

…in the US right now, and this is the first year I haven’t tried to do something as part of it: write poems. Or write prompts. Or read them. The truth is that lately (a (…) Read more


gaze / bird

They move so quickly it’s difficult to focus the camera. The rose clippings I took from a compost heap (fulfilling further my reputation among the Belgians as a lover of all things discarded) have begun (…) Read more