On November 25 2016, one year ago, I published a blog that began with a line from W.S. Merwin’s poem, “Thanks.” The blog was about Thanksgiving, two cousins, a few gingko trees, family. It was two goodbyes, one, to my cousin, Edie, who had just died that September, and another to my daughter-in-law’s father, also […]
Thursday 19 January 2017 In one of my now fairly infrequent romps through Facebook, I saw this photograph of our president. It now looks out at me from my computer’s desktop. It is an image that fills me with both joy and deep sadness. It is an image whose […]
Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it standing by the […]
