Ode to live

Bereavement does masquerade softly when the time is ripe for love. In love, as love, when eternity is found in now. The plenitude of now. The rush of blood. The ardor. Behind this love that feels more and more undeniable, a reservoir of grief likewise wells up. The grief is very fluid. At once it […]


There are still things inside the world to bring astonishment. The first sip from a cup of coffee in the morning, while you watch the dayglow filter through the window. The way that someone asks how are you and they really mean it. The eggs that I collect, each morning, from my chickens. The weight […]