Category: writing some poetry

and sometimes it’s all about cleaning those windows, putting up all of the laundry, emptying that dish washer, baking those muffins, puréeing that hummus, sweeping, mopping, dusting, indulging in these utterly mundane tasks around the home in order to transition back from mountain mode and vacation time into work mode and daily life. welcome back! […]

of course their monumental moments of being sobered and excited occurred on top of snow-covered, solitary mountains  far away from rules, regulations, conventions of civilizations,  whether it was Moses, Elijah or Aretha.  the only thing I don’t get is why they didn’t take their loves up there to reground their bond,  to renew their vows […]

Catalonian Pyrenees.  preparation and good equipment matter. an early start sets aside time for rest on the way. changes in weather and other conditions can occur without prior warning. having lost sight of the signs indicating the correct route, it helps to return to the last moment of confirmation. one step after the other as […]

I’ve been feeling a bit like Elijah on the mountain lately, waiting for some major answers from up above. And this morning, all dressed up for work, with strands all curled and a coffee to go, caught in the first spring rains of the year, undergirded by thunder, lightning, heavy winds, seeking refuge on a […]

a bit shy, spring was still feeling in that Easter week in April in that country nestled into the eastern banks of the Black Sea. just afoot the Greater Caucasus, the skies ware sealed by clouds just as the sidewalks were seamed by puddles. clothed in all we‘d brought,  we adjusted to all spectacles on the […]

with black ink and a fragile ball pen, he traces bride and groom as well as their promise. he captures the crowd cheering in the market square and the children playing. later, he leans at the bar, sketching kin and friends and the DJs. a few props make it onto his scenes, like that flower […]

there are things too great to write about  like all abstract terms   that aren’t simultaneously verbs  such as love. such writings, if composed in spite of being doomed all along, mostly feel as though they’ve gone astray from their origin fountain and landed clumsily in crowded fields of naïveté and kitsch. but there’s one among them that deserves all […]