Monthly Archives: November 2015

I’ll summarize 11,000 feet (and more than that, above the ocean’s line), by stating that the air is clean and sweet, the water clear, the wildflowers fine, the granite lichen-spotted, washed and sure, the clouds developing each afternoon, the solitude … Continue reading →

The picture in the paper showed me more than many, waiting on a stormy day to spend their money in a clothing store, where two times ten percent they’ll take away from prices set a hundredfold more high than any … Continue reading →

A gray-striped cat meows at me outside a garish blue-and-orange stucco house. She makes me wonder why she is described as gray, who mixes ebony and mouse in feline hair as soft as rabbit fur. I run my fingers down … Continue reading →

From out that ever tighter liquid nest the fetus learns the shock of life apart: A single human separate from the rest, no longer tuning to her mother’s heart. That neonatal ego screams in clear. The pain she feels she … Continue reading →

The misdirected sprinkler fills the cracks that split the sidewalk into matching squares. Its trickle inexorable attacks and courses slowly, building water stairs. I see it push through gutters to a drain; it bulges sluggish sweeping leaves ahead. Like raindrops … Continue reading →

Amassing observations like a spy with all the world around me for my field, I feed my open ear and searching eye with life’s incessant action: make it yield to me varieties that I can sing, and give to me … Continue reading →

“I do,” replies the bride, her fingers laced beneath her circular bouquet. “I will,” she promises with smooth perfected face that shows to all but him her surgeon’s skill. And he who had to have this vowing rite, whose will … Continue reading →