Every Morning – A New Arrival
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new…
Ode to My Socks – Pablo Neruda
"...knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin..."
Making Deals with Whistler
And while I was sliding back the delicate Vancouver Island oysters in a red wine…
Whistler & Christmas
"...because up at Whistler, it will be looking a lot like Christmas!"
Poem by Mary Oliver
"Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the metaphor of the body..."