Thursday, March 8, 2012

consider the oyster

Its chilly, delicate gray body slips into a stew-pan or under a broiler or alive down a red throat and it is done.
--M.F.K. Fisher

Monday, March 5, 2012

a brief essay



Heavy clouds that yield to sunset and stars.  Woodsmoke and breath heavy in thin air.  Every footstep through frozen grass an announcement and a reminder.



Sunday, March 4, 2012

divining

inquiring of the god of small things...





a god who answers 
in the architecture of insects
the poetry of trees
the lightness of being
and the tender but determined nature of renewal