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…
Patricia Eastwood returns to Bacon today with a lovely meditation on the mad, mad world (and two…
Alice gleams in the mad, mad world while parents teach their young to share a rock…