I sit staring out of my study window orange greens browns golds brown pine needles everywhere no women to be seen my lover of 4 years nearly 5 gone to follow fishwrap that fishwrap, the cute little screamer gone too and the stoic spartan warrior woman “I don’t know how to respond to you anymore”Continue reading “it had to be you”
“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)
When my mother was dying from cancer in 2008, my dad told me that there were 22 others living on Trailwood Avenue who were positive for some type of cancer concurrently. “There’s a lawsuit,” I told my dad. We were driving and it was warm outside and the air smells like Central California does inContinue reading “calm down”
29 days until Christmas Eve (again) 28 more sleeps till She is Home (again) a month of turning, tides, solstice wintering again She is a soft lovely beauty i’m taken to her folly and her lands of delight and of dreaming her left eye is the dreamiest in the last it was the right withContinue reading “christmas 18”
The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.