Jan 31, 2024
Today begins pigeon grey but featherless-still, with bone-ache chill clinging to the skeletal fingers of scrawny trees and it looks fit to linger through the day – and not even the desperate endeavours and frantic flutterings of the small brave bands of winged...
Jan 31, 2024
Loosed in that strange, uncertain, shift between death of old year and birth of next, in this peculiar no-time when, torn between casting back to the old year, in reflection, or musing on the raw pristine page of the newborn before us- already burdened with countless,...
Jan 31, 2024
Golden shovel from my seasonal Haiku – first day of the New Year I take a walk, curious see where it leads me Rush of childlike heart-lift as my boots are first to crimp and mar the pristine white of this apple-crisp day in the muffling cowl following the...
Mar 26, 2023
(Cento- from The very selected Mimi Khalvati) A robin flew into my room today to hold me if light can’t No one is there for you. Don’t call, don’t cry. It had rained that day. It had primed a world- even the vine leaves shot with sun each vein a small blue...