Dame's Rocket Spring is: Dame’s rockets. Aka: Wild phlox, Mother of the Evening, Summer lilac. I thrill to the sight of great swaths of them. In a meadow. Running up the side of a hill.Carrying armloads of lilacs into the house.The return of all flowers. Daffodils, hyacinth, tulips. The return of warmth.Coffee on the deck in … Continue reading How to Slow Time
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The Season Of Unlocking Begins
“The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, spring doesn’t feel like spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for autumn, and so on. Here is the truth about … Continue reading The Season Of Unlocking Begins
It Took You Long Enough
No hat. No gloves. No coat. No socks, even. I walked Boomer through campus and everyone's head was up. People are smiling at me again. They ask to pet Boomer. They want to hug her. They want her to lick them. But she doesn't. Unless they smell like food. I grilled chicken breasts on the … Continue reading It Took You Long Enough
The First Day of Spring
Today it snowed. Two inches of heavy wet snow on this astronomical “first day of spring.” I got up, made coffee and raisin toast, filled the bird feeders, then headed up to my cozy lair, turned on the space heater and settled in for a long write. Yesterday a book I had ordered called, To … Continue reading The First Day of Spring
I Never Know What to Write About
The question of the moment is: Should I sit here and continue to eat refined carbohydrates and drink coffee, or go to Wegmans for green juice supplies? OR: Should I stop eating refined carbohydrates and go up and meditate first, and then go to Wegmans for green juice supplies? OR: Should I put on a … Continue reading I Never Know What to Write About
Kaddish
Today on my walk through campus on the way to my class, I passed a guy sitting on a bench reading Allen Ginsburg's Kaddish. First, I was amazed that: 1) he wasn't sitting on that bench smoking a cigarette; and 2) that his head wasn't buried in some kind of electronic device; and 3) that … Continue reading Kaddish
A Little Pincha Spring
It was a ridiculously warm day here in northern Pennsylvania. Ree-Dic-Yoo-Lus. Like in the 70s. March, we never knew ya. I walked out onto the deck to drink my Orgain for lunch and found myself face-to-face with my Christmas tree. Not only that, all my window boxes are still filled with decorative pine boughs. The … Continue reading A Little Pincha Spring
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