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 …
Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
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.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
A Song on the End of the WorldBy Czeslaw Milosz On the day the world endsA bee circles a clover,A …
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of …
My last post about the “Slant-wise & Slippery” retelling of Little Red Riding Hood reminded me of a fun and …
I’ve always loved fairy tales, especially the darker, deeper, originals where good did not always overcome evil. As a young …