a very shenpa christmas
the better angels
these are the smells of life and sustenance
old things for Christmas
a sort of chicken we call fish.
food in the time and place realm
between/the ground and the feast is where I live now
Julie, not Julia
when I am old I shall wear binoculars
ghosts at my table
Join me in a generative online writing workshop at Fine Arts Work Center
listen: you are not yourself.
from Maine you can see the curve of the earth
the things we cling to
my old friend, water, my good companion
the ancient childhoods of our youth
she married me. again.
at (not quite) midweek
thy neighbor's beans
don't reap to the edges of your field
the perils of cooking from memory
by the sea
a quick summer supper
the turning of time
the things we never say
life and death in the garden
when I stopped laughing
the caregiver's lament.
Listen: you are not yourself.
Join Katherine May and Elissa Altman in Rockport Maine for a day-long retreat, August 8th
looking out for sorrow, slowing down for happiness
The (Late) Weekly Roundup
a letter to my dearest Kurt
on Earth as hospital patient
the broken-heart diet
how wide the crack in heaven
bring me lilacs from your garden
on father's day
shelling the peas
on daily grief-work
fighting the neighborhood woodchuck.
on old dogs slowing down.
Poor Man's Feast is returning.