Once, somewhere in this world, not long ago and not far from where you are reading this, it was the middle of the night on a quiet block in a city of canyons. Everyone who lived in the tall brick apartment buildings that lined either side of the street was asleep. Sleeping children. Sleeping grownups. … Continue reading Andes Mint #27: Chapter One
Excerpt from Work – Mary Oliver 4. All day I have been pining for the past. That’s when the big dog, Luke, breathed at my side. Then she dashed away then she returned in and out of the swales, in and out of the creeks, her dark eyes snapping. Then she broke, slowly, in the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mary Oliver
The Span of Life – Robert Frost The dog barks backward without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup. — For more information on Robert Frost, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-frost — Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Alison-McGhee/119862491361265?ref=ts Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Robert Frost
Today’s my birthday, and I made a birthday vow to do something I’ve never done before every day for a month, starting today. This something-never-done doesn’t have to be huge, like climbing Machu Picchu. It can be tiny, like trying an old-school cocktail that you’ve never had before. Such as this one, below. This drink … Continue reading One new thing a day: 8 July 2012
What the Dog Perhaps Hears – Lisel Mueller If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound of spiders breathing and roots mining the earth; it may be asparagus heaving, headfirst, into the light and the long brown sound of cracked cups, when it … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Lisel Mueller
Do you have a few minutes? If so, click here and read the first story. Why aren’t there more stories like this anymore? So beautiful. If, at first glance, that particular story looks too long for you, scroll down and read something shorter. I highly recommend “Some Things I Say to My Dog” and “Lost … Continue reading From the land of enchantment
They wanted to have their dogs blessed, so they went to the blessing of the animals. It was a cold day in early October, and the sun shone down on the beasts and their humans gathered at the foot of the wide stone steps of the cathedral. Their dogs, one silky brown and black and … Continue reading All creatures great and small
Oh, my garden, must I say goodbye to you? This is the time of year when I begin my countdown to December 21, when we will have made it through the darkest days of the year, and the sun will begin adding minutes to the day. I’m one of those who knows to the second … Continue reading October garden
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