Extravagant is what I’d call spring here in the northeast, where I’ve lived my entire life. Every day something pops, something deepens in green. Astonishment is the prevailing mode. I used to not like spring, I think because of its sometimes wearying flip-flop of weather. Ah well, I was younger then and perhaps more ambitious … Continue reading Yestertempest’s creases

I’ve been feeling a bit lost of late. Metaphorically speaking. I mean, I know where I am in space and time. I just don’t quite know what I’m doing here. As I’ve mentioned in this space before, I like to know where I’m going. I mean that literally now. I’m an inveterate map reader, a … Continue reading Tangles at the fold

So many touchpoints for me in this poem by Tomas Tranströmer, details noted that I too love: the dim, dusty, quiet spaces of churches, for one. I am fortunate that my husband and I are compatible travelers in this: our delight in wandering into churches. Cool spaces on hot days, calm amid clamor, details of … Continue reading Slowly death turns up the light underneath