Posts Tagged: love

one perfect ornament

The day after Thanksgiving all four of us went to the lot and walked up and down each aisle, holding our hands out to collect the scent of the needles, breathing deep that piney resin. Three of us fell in

one perfect ornament

The day after Thanksgiving all four of us went to the lot and walked up and down each aisle, holding our hands out to collect the scent of the needles, breathing deep that piney resin. Three of us fell in

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

her hand

her hand by anna fonté hot & solid in my hand, when i hold hers i grip a hunk of liquid crystal baked in sun it worms into me, swimming veins, up to my armpit where it curls inside my chest

her hand

her hand by anna fonté hot & solid in my hand, when i hold hers i grip a hunk of liquid crystal baked in sun it worms into me, swimming veins, up to my armpit where it curls inside my chest

(by Edward aka Autumn Leaf)

transportation

This morning at 2 a.m. 10/15/2012, my niece was born. I’m beside myself! Is there anything like a newborn? you drive home from the hospital with both hands on the steering wheel, accelerating carefully past a ferry loaded with strangers,

(by Edward aka Autumn Leaf)

transportation

This morning at 2 a.m. 10/15/2012, my niece was born. I’m beside myself! Is there anything like a newborn? you drive home from the hospital with both hands on the steering wheel, accelerating carefully past a ferry loaded with strangers,

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

the loving (or that old dance)

I was reading Courtenay Bluebird’s blog and I came across a beautiful poem she wrote called Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Bluebird, an homage to Wallace Stevens, or what CB calls an “English-to-English translation.” I loved it so much

the loving (or that old dance)

I was reading Courtenay Bluebird’s blog and I came across a beautiful poem she wrote called Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Bluebird, an homage to Wallace Stevens, or what CB calls an “English-to-English translation.” I loved it so much

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

more than enough (chapter 27, part 2)

I must confess, I have stolen many things in my lifetime: mostly books or little things I thought no one would notice, sometimes because I really wanted the object but other times because I wanted to keep a little bit

more than enough (chapter 27, part 2)

I must confess, I have stolen many things in my lifetime: mostly books or little things I thought no one would notice, sometimes because I really wanted the object but other times because I wanted to keep a little bit

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the