“Catching Every Falling Cup” – A Primal Urge
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
When I created this blog ten years ago I named it “Living on the Edge of the Wild.” I saw …
I took two months away from blogging, most of May and all of June. Some of that time was finishing …
Please Do Not Disturb: That’s how I’ve felt these past few months, and even more so these past few weeks, …
Blue and gold are my favorite colors, so much so I created a Pinterest page named Blue & Gold to …
Like many, I’ve been finding it difficult to write my normal New Year’s “Looking Back, Looking Forward” blog post. Looking …
I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know …
Everywhere I look I see you, I see us. This fragile hand, this blue pen, this yellow pad. These fingers …
Years ago, in what seems like another life time, I wrote a political column called “Taking Care of Labor” in …
Last summer brought an abundance of roses, so many I did not have enough vases to hold them all. And …