Her bones are found among the quarry rocks,
and barren landscape scuffed with sage,
a layered life of sky, earth, sun and sweat,
brittle, ancient, hidden, treasure.
Bone dry, stratified,
rich with filtered sediment
of collected past
River tears flood … Keep reading . . .
This past Saturday, our typical routine of a morning walk was disrupted by a sobering experience with my Mothers’ cat. While it is an extraordinarily ordinary experience to usher any living being into “infinity and beyond,” even my background as … Keep reading . . .
When Icarus flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he fell into the sea. This cautionary Greek myth came to mind the last time my friend Denis Brown visited me. Denis is no mere mortal; in calligraphy … Keep reading . . .
I always loved the line in Hamlet when poor Ophelia is admonished to “get thee to a nunnery.” Indeed, I have long been fascinated with nunneries, monasteries, cloistered orders, so it was with great eagerness and curiosity that I got … Keep reading . . .
Earlier this year I read a book written by a local author about the Lascaux cave paintings. I have always been drawn to the quality of this prehistoric art–how vivid and alive the lines are and how with so few … Keep reading . . .
