Summering Upstream with Mary Oliver
Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …
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Discovering Sinead’s Music – Holy Rage & Sublime Divine
I’m a late arrival to the Sinead O’Conner lovefest. I’d heard of her, of course, seen the photos, snippets of …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Blasts From the Past—Summer Bliss
When we swim we shed our higher consciousness, the complex, reasoning human organism, and remember, deep inside ourselves, the first …
A Friend Meets Death, Full of Curiosity
Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …
Truth & Beauty, My Flower Paintings
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
In Some Poetic Sense, Flowers Invented Love
Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …
To All Those Missing Their Mothers on Mother’s Day
Farewell Letter to My Son She wrote me a letterafter her deathand I remembera kind of happy lightfalling on the …
Behind All Art is an Element of Desire—Adrienne Rich
Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
Art More Real than “Me”
When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …
