Poetry Sundays: Elizabeth Bishop
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster...
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster...
Choosing a list of book recommendations is a difficult thing. There are too many good books to choose from! Even after narrowing the criteria for what goes on the list, it can still be...
Small blue bottle on a shelf in the kitchen holds one grape hyacinth I plucked from a neighbor’s lawn. Each day I watch the tiny thing die. This is what I do when I...
by Brooke Exercise in Draining I am training to squeeze (absorb?) information from where it is plenty or scarce. Sometimes it will build up so that I almost burst and I would for certain...
A plain looking thing fat disk of oil and lye forced to sit and cure becoming something permanent it may not have chosen for itself but holding it between my palms feels right subtle...
by Brooke Moving from Southern CA to New England is like moving from a virtually weatherless bubble to the real world. So I think about weather constantly. And maybe everyone else here does too,...
by Brooke Tree fixation I am doing research. It involves fidgeting with a camera and sometimes a pencil. Also, it requires strict observance of any and all surroundings. But I must be willing to...
by Brooke It’s good to have something that can make you smile when life gets overwhelming. I’ve been trying to get my bearings in a new place lately (just moved from one coast to...
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