that lifted the baseball cap off my head, today, at the bluffs overlooking the Puget Sound, as it did then, on the semi-arid Mexican cerro?
Archive for the ‘Natural World’ Category
Was it the same wind?
Posted in Identity, México, Pacific Northwest, Spirituality, Wind on May 3, 2023 | 1 Comment »
Optimism’s tears
Posted in Communication, Flowers on April 24, 2023 | 2 Comments »
A transparent droplet of nectar hangs from the stigma of the bright yellow Pollyanna lily, a solitary tear questioning “common knowledge” about which of God’s creations feel pain, what it means for plants that sense and respond to stress codes, communicate through root systems and chemical signaling, to be cut down before their prime, who […]
What belongs to yesterday
Posted in Love, Sunset on February 12, 2023 | 2 Comments »
His radiance once burned razor sharp, directed blue and laser thin as through an ophthalmoscope to my exposed eye, leaving me blurry and oversensitive, a light hangover during which normal sensation overwhelmed my receptors, I could not protect myself or close my pupils.
Mud Angels (Gli Angeli del Fango)
Posted in Flood, Florence, Natural Disaster, River, The Arts, The Shoah on January 23, 2023 | Leave a Comment »
Note: On the night of November 4, 1966 the Arno overflowed, reaching 10 feet above street level. It filled many of Florence’s historic streets, museums, churches, and libraries with mud. After the disaster, citizens and foreigners living in Florence took to the streets, museums, and libraries to salvage masterpieces and manuscripts from the mud, in the most uncomfortable […]
Again I write a poem about sunrise, birdsong and anthropomorphized trees
Posted in Birds, Hummingbirds, Longing, Love on January 14, 2023 | 2 Comments »
I am on the balcony before it begins. Achromatic darkness, the sky tangible, reaching back to my outstretched fingers, pressing on my face. A steady hum of cars, the clack and clangs of the train yard trill, chirrup, cheep and chur.