Change of Scene

We are christened by a first blizzard –   not the first in our lives but here in this half-year home, where we nested  on the hottest day, in the hottest year,  earth curdling at the top of those stairs.  Now I’m by the window and though  the stairs pretend to go somewhere I’d never guessContinue reading “Change of Scene”

Another Art

Little by little I am learning the art of wasting time, the marathon of days.   Cycling slower, stopping almost to bide time with hives of wisteria and pink petal shavings, like candy floss in the gutter.   Then going farther faster  limbs burning  lungs unfolding  palms like oysters  on melted ice clasped but curdling as they beginContinue reading “Another Art”