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Every day for millennia the moon has sucked water upstream to salt these banks, let it go, sucked again, in a twice-a-day pulsing of mud-embroidered tides. Every weekday for three decades I have twice trod above this pulsing...

It is the season of All Hallows. Candles stand in cross-hatched windows, and leaves like twisted tears spill on the front lawns. Fences mark the borderlands of walkways, and houses are adrift in the covered yards where Autumn...

The tale of Little Red Riding Hood reflects a seasonal ritual in which spring conquers winter (ed. Alan Dundes). A basket dangles from your arm filled with ripe apples; your crimson cloak is drenched in dew and adorned with...

The hand shovel bears a singular history in an era that discounts its simple value. Neolithic farmers moved dirt using an ox’s shoulder bone. Bronze and iron ages brought wooden handles with metal blades into the era of roads...

While sitting in my car, I observe them through the window of a parking garage. They tower on a nearby hill, tinted with warm haze; their dense canopies swim a sunlit lake of sky. “Why aren’t you turning?” one asks a lush green...

Why is everything black and white                (when, really, nothing is)?           Even the red barn in the rain beckons      like one lotus blooming in a pond (like the shimmer of a kingfisher,           a sunbeam) –...

Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness — Galway Kinnell Here where my hurts collide, where they divide, where they disappear like the loveliness of leaves blazing then fading and letting go – something I’ve...

Golden shovel from Mary Oliver’s “Why I Wake Early” When I wake and the fog curls a hello, burrows me in its gray cape the sun will later shred like bramble-tears, I enjoy the quiet in that moment. The absolute stillness my body...

I. Moss traces letters, dates on gravestones – living flirting with the dead. Wind off the sea teases sea oats – sifting, lifting heads without bowing or bending. Decaying rot bunches the wood line, hedges seizing the runaway...