In Desperate Times

In times of darkness, I turn to poetry, things of the heart and soul, grasping. The news from Aleppo this  morning is so, so sad, so horrific. The state of the planet is so desperate. “If only it were our mother.” It was, once. We were, once. Earth Presses Against Us by Mahmoud Darwish Earth is pressing against us, trapping us in the final passage. … Continue reading In Desperate Times

If You Wish to Make A Pie from Scratch

I’m making blackberry pies this morning and reminded of a poem I wrote last summer. If You Wish To Make a Pie from Scratch, You Must First Invent the Universe Sunday morning, and I’m picking wild blackberries for a pie with my son. He’s seventeen now, big hands thick and rough as paws, yet gentle, deft around the thorns. We glean fruit along the path … Continue reading If You Wish to Make A Pie from Scratch