What will Spring look like in Kyiv? I dread it for them – and for us. This…
It’s Saturday morning – dark, early – and I’m in a hotel room in the desert….
Pure Colour by Sheila Heti is “that rarest of novels – as alien as a moon rock and…
A blood-red cardinal lies murdered in the garden, dropped by hawk or cat. Daffodils and hyacinths that…
Is it possible to see yourself and the world anew, from a broader perspective, honoring a deep…
In the hush and glory of this week’s snow, I worry about the boxwoods. Their burdened boughs…
A bee in winter travels into the new year finds open flower * * * Happy New…
My friend Mary Jo gave me a beautiful book of Christmas poems, and I’d love to share…