POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
The roads are covered in ice again this morning. Soap-slick the local news calls it. It’s minus four even though the moon is hidden behind clouds. Leonard does what he needs to in the yard and runs back into the house to flop on the floor of the library. It seems we’re up to doing…
I think this is the third year that I am trying to read a small bit of Rilke each night before bed. I am good at morning routines, but my days always unravel and evening routines have never been something I have managed to follow through on. But though I am never patient, I am…
I haven’t been sleeping well. Though I suspect few of us are these days. This weekend several of the local lakes were declared to be “safe”, then on Sunday two men fell through the ice of two different lakes. On the other side of the country, an environmental activist fell through and died. I know…
I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…