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Today the sky is writing a poem about blue. Today the mountain is writing a poem about white. Today the lawn is writing its poem about green and yellow and pink and turquoise and lavender as toddlers toddle over grass hunting...

How gratifying, the good work of splitting wood: all of the muscles in the shoulders’ globes making their proper rotations; all the body’s woven fibers doing their tag-team work from the upper arm to lower arm, wrist, and hand....

How humble this task, stacking wood. I lay the foundation row, make the imprecise logs imprecisely parallel. Light splays       across my shoulders, when the windows splice       sunlight and sunlight. I love the order,      ...

Is that the heart is aimless; a bare place until it’s filled, and how some of us simply won’t be fooled by the intermittent magic of happiness. Admittedly, this is a poor start to a love poem, but I wanted to explain first how...

It’s the absence of city lights and haze that allows the night to take everything but the soft din of the lake, yet scatters the sky with more than only the brightest celestial bodies; it’s like that, though I admit...