Monthly Archives: September 2025

What I’m Reading: Our bodies carry everything that has ever happened to us, the way the land carries everything of humanity. — Lidia Yuknavitch / “Unearthed”

What I’m Reading: I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill … to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon — to behold and commune with something grander than man.  — Henry David Thoreau / Journal, … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Forests burn into their clearings. A sense of dread.It has something to do with the flags of the age.There are huge weapons, poison gases, insecticidesto injure us.Who’s holding them? — Daniela Gioseffi / “Falling Into Sand”

What I’m Reading: We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield, and patriot grave, to … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: fist of this tyrant kingdom: my cityof industry, my city of atom bomb,my city of warheads, of plutonium keptclandestine, of slow killingsaccomplished to more efficientlykill, of truths & metalsforced underground — Marissa Davis / “Thirteen Ways of … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: My mother smiles at walnutsas though time in the heart never started. — Brian Matur / “As Though”

we the masters of the heated thermals — risinglifting in the swellheaded south like geese unspooledunlooosed upon a slough of icebergs how tall is a dark sky city? searchlights illuminate the falling snowno auroras just cracks in the icecracks in … Continue reading →

Buzzards on Parade (redux) The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Monday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →