maybe it was the tiny blip of reminders, refreshing what lies under the surface. Maybe it was the awareness of just how much of what we're dealing with today stems from that moment.

This a local Indivisible event! You've seen the bridge brigades with their messages - this is your chance to be a part of it! Join us on the Washington Ave. Bridge over I-90, to ask motorists to hel...

This a local Indivisible event! Park along 10th st or Farley drive. Bring your signs or I have some to share. Bring bells or noisy things if you like. We will be on the sidewalk by the stoplight and w...

All Roads Lead to the South. This national day of action — taking place on Saturday, May 16, 2026 — is intended to bring communities together through peaceful, nonpartisan civic engagement activities ...

All Roads Lead to the South. This national day of action — taking place on Saturday, May 16, 2026 — is intended to bring communities together through peaceful, nonpartisan civic engagement activities ...

The All Roads Lead to the South organizing committee is honored to announce that Rev. Dr. Bernice A. King, CEO of The King Center will join us this Saturday, May 16, 2026 in Montgomery, Alabama, for o...

We've reached the end! May your words continue to flow! Now get out there and get ready for May Day! The Eve of May amid all the ripples of news the ever presence of it all all day every day all night the world stands on a knife the flats along the river's edge this green yellow burstin out past the dark winter river gray elbowing past April to May Shake your bells! Leap up! Beat your sticks on the still drowsy earth waking turning point of the year we sing! calling forth the spring and our lives So unlikely, so sharp this blade allow the joy! Feel life moving!

Wednesday, always a bit weepy ever since we had to stay home ...

...learn lessons of brief white petals see today's hills flipping ahead.

...Petrarch hadn't heard of anything like haiku...

You want an ars poetica? I'll give you ars poetic! And your little dog too and a host of golden daffodils!

Sometimes you need to pour the coffee and close the door. I already hear the distractions calling: you need birdseed! you bought soup makings! you said you were going to make and freeze lasagna! The end of april drawing near Christmas a mere eight months away I wanted to stay in bed but there's so much to do so much feed the cats, of course, that's first then clean up and breakfast for me the first of the last daily poems just best not to overthink it get it done before the news starts…

...are you waiting to get in, now? I lifted the quilt and under she went curling round until her nose pointed out...

...I remember you are gone and good so my bowl and mug, so starts my day...

...afraid to lose myself in this my work which only wants all of me or nothing...

Shall I write about trees again? Another round of people loved and lost? Should there be a line about that time we loved and wept and hated and wept...

In the quiet yard a pile of feathers, yellow, black...

today the slushing rain has filled the yard with thirty-ish finches all arguing for seed and perch...

...all week i have waited for this a taste of normal worth the fight.

These days some days to get through it you have to turn it all off and let something else grab your attention just for some hours, an afternoon...

along the driveway, in the woods yellow daffodils here and there a few are gifts left by the folks who lived here before, and who died

wrinkled with sleep I am waiting, listening to the crescendo — water coming to a quick boil...

Today i set up a text replacement shortcut that replaces the letters "h a ha h a" (no spaces, just three ha's strung together - couldn't type them without spaces or it would trigger the shortcut ha ha ha) with a long string of ha ha ha's.

...a stream of hungry mouths, hungry for green, for sweetness, for that first delicious bite of soon-summer...

As I got down my dinner plate As I grabbed a jar of gherkins I realized that my kitchen had an overwhelming memory...

All winter the gray brown edges of the old hills roll and flutter...

...We used to stare at our TVs space launches, breaking news stories a shooting, a woman in pink then in black, veiled, as we all grieved...

Oh Oatmeal, oh bowl of oatmeal, you cook up while the coffee brews two scoops of flattened grain slide in to just one cup boiling water

late day, opening the front door the door gleams so white, afternoon the floor is awash with puddles white pools which fill with three black cats