For Day 16, an anagrammatic poem about our cat, Kevin.
Keep her, as in what my husband knew I would say if he pointed out the kitten on our back porch, small and black with ears too big for her head.
Every day I tell her the … Read More >>
It really shouldn’t be warm enough in March to sleep with the windows open, but it is. Over the winter, you get used to hearing nothing more than the soft whooshing noise the heating system makes when it kicks on. In the winter, we … Read More >>
A Light Exists in Spring
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot … Read More >>
A good and simple Monday morning poem from Thich Nhat Hanh.
Waking up this morning, I smile.
Twenty-four brand new hours are before me.
I vow to live fully in each moment
and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion. … Read More >>
As promised, Day Seven in my Week of Winter Walking takes us to sunnier climates, where my mom and dad are walking the beaches of Sanibel Island, Florida. Most years, I'm down there with them, but due to irreconcilable differences in spring break schedules (our … Read More >>
June is the month of waiting in the garden, at least for me. The show-stoppers of summer vegetables--tomatoes and sweet corn--have largely not yet arrived. I spend a lot of time pacing the garden, looking for signs of the first ripe tomato. In the meantime, there's … Read More >>
I’ve been teaching sociology for over ten years now, mostly in the same place, and I think it’s okay to admit at this point that I am tired. Which is not to say that I’m quite ready to go find something else to do, but tired enough to ask, what is it exactly that … Read More >>
Jeff and I finished watching the new Netflix series, Stranger Things, on Thursday night, giving me plenty of time to reflect on the show and mourn that it's over (at least for now). Here's a list of some of the things I loved about this show:
The music, of … Read More >>
So there's life before you've tasted a macaron and life after you've tasted a macaron. I discovered this last November in Savannah, which seems an entirely appropriate place to cross the great macaron divide. I had heard talk of macarons, mostly from folks in big … Read More >>
Thom Brennaman and Chris Welch, the Reds TV announcers, are no Vin Scully. But even these two can't quite ruin the poetry in the language of a game being called.
You’ve gotta love that.
That’s a double with style.
He had 1 and 11 last … Read More >>
! An Angry Poem About Peace
by Michael Shepherd
This is an angry poem.
About those weasel phrases
which blow like paper in the street
helping us to
'The pee-yus pro-sayus' -
say it in the Irish … Read More >>
This July, I can't get up early enough to beat the heat for my morning walk. Well, I guess I could, but this morning, I didn't. I got down to the river around 8:30 and the fog hadn't quite burnt off. It was one of those mornings when the water is so still, it's … Read More >>
The Face of Baseball is my short story chapbook available from WhiskeyPaper Press. It's a collection of linked stories about the way baseball and its heroes thread themselves through the loves and losses of three … Read More >>