She wanted you to look at things: a pile-up of clouds,
Sunset transmutations, ribs of boat-like magnolia leaves,
Intricacies or simplicities of shells, almost weightless
Outgrown June-bug bodies. Nature, in short.
Anything outside ourselves.
Maybe there is a certain age at which a person’s chemistry changes, like a breaker switch being thrown, after which everything you thought you knew about yourself alters. This might explain the unnerving development I began to notice about fifteen years ago.Read More
Tsu-jan Literally meaning self-ablaze, it is what I experienced standing in the riverbed of Cushman Brook that summer of drought those twenty-five years ago, my Labrador standing on the banks, curiously watching me, tilting her...Read More
I do know this: In the years that followed, I never again saw that little girl dance with the same abandonment as she did that Saturday morning in the aisle of the church bus which beetled its way north….Read More