Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Imaginary Conversation You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead – that obstacle race of minutes and hours, grocery stores and … Continue reading →

Regenerate Don’t be afraid of the process The nights you kept yourself awake Tossing and turning and shedding Fifteen gallons of saltwater Was only a way of exfoliating Executing old skin cells In preparation for a birth After a few … Continue reading →

April The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back-yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree– I could not be … Continue reading →

A Broken View Newcomers on the hill have cut the trees That broke their view. Now they have all the west From north in an unbroken sweep to south. Outdoors or out of windows looking westward Anywhere there is the west, the … Continue reading →

Rain Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of … Continue reading →

How could I have known I would need to remember your laughter, the way it ricocheted — a boomerang flung from your throat, stilling the breathless air. How you were luminous in it. Your smile. Your hair tossed back, flaming. Everyone … Continue reading →

Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of … Continue reading →

Why I Wake Early   Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the … Continue reading →

Sowing It was a perfect day For sowing; just As sweet and dry was the ground As tobacco-dust. I tasted deep the hour Between the far Owl’s chuckling first soft cry And the first star. A long stretched hour it … Continue reading →

Under Stars The sleep of this night deepens because I have walked coatless from the house carrying the white envelope. All night it will say one name in its little tin house by the roadside. I have raised the metal … Continue reading →