Mary Oliver, Washed in Light
One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, died last week. I do not have the words to tell you how …
One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, died last week. I do not have the words to tell you how …
I love discovering new blogs that inspire me and want to share three, among many, that I discovered this past …
The end of a year always signals a kind of reckoning for me, the urge to look back and assess …
I have so many things to be grateful for, not least among them the ten-thousand people who, for whatever reason, …
One of the publishers we sent my novel to wants a rewrite of the ending. While their readers said they …
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a …
I’ve long loved the way the rolling hills along the coast of California fold together and overlap, the sensuality of …
Have you ever had any ghostly encounters? Each year around this time, I like to reblog a series of tales …
All My Body Calls All my body calls for something in this sleeping earth we call the spirit. But how …
“I want to see our words jump off the ground, erupt from a sensual earth, musty, humid, gritty. I want …