Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Thinking of Work A brief storm blew the earth clean. There was much to do: sun to put up, clouds to put out, blue to install, limbs to remove, grass to implant. (The grass failed. We ordered new grass.) A … Continue reading →

little prayer let ruin end here let him find honey where there was once a slaughter let him enter the lion’s cage & find a field of lilacs let this be the healing & if not      let it … Continue reading →

Make Me Rain make me rain turn me into a snowflake let me rest on your tongue make me a piece of ice so I can cool you let me be the cloud that embraces you or the quilt that … Continue reading →

Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin

The River Cannot Go Back It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and … Continue reading →

My Mama moved among the days My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was hers seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold, she got us almost through the high grass … Continue reading →

To My Friends Dear friends, and here I say friends In the broad sense of the word: Wife, sister, associates, relatives, Schoolmates of both sexes, People seen only once Or frequented all my life; Provided that between us, for at … Continue reading →

Daylight Savings Seven-thirty, last weekend in April, the sun, like a laggard child, still thumbs the greening branches to see how new the world’s become. In this light it’s hard to admit so little has changed.  Maria, I say, kiss … Continue reading →

Two Visits In One Day We’re going to the cemetery to visit some dead relatives, Mother said, & on the way back we’ll stop over at your aunt’s house. It’s good practice to mix the living with the dead. Otherwise, … Continue reading →

Flowers This morning I was walking upstairs from the kitchen, carrying your beautiful flowers, the flowers you brought me last night, calla lilies and something else, I am not sure what to call them, white flowers, of course you have … Continue reading →