I haven’t been here for a while. It turns out that recovering from a broken wrist feels like a full-time job. On top of my full-time job. So I’ve had little energy for writing. This poured out of me a couple of days ago, though, as I read and exercised my hand in the early-morning hours.
Stretch
My phone’s autocorrect turns poem into
po em
as I type a social media post about the poems (about poetry!) I read today.
My blog’s autocorrect turns po into
P.O. as I type this now. Continue reading
Dawn breaks sometime in the future.
For now, I lie awake, insistent thrum of traffic washing up against my window, one unseen bird calling out, anticipating the day.
“Do worms hear?” I wonder as this bird (whose call I do not recognize, somewhere between cardinal and crow) breaks the pre-dawn calm with a repeated cheep … cheep … cheep. Does the early bird go hungry if it doesn’t remain quiet?
Last night I lit up the internet.
That’s me, above, with some 500 of my closest friends—er, near acquaintances—at Chicago’s Lyric Opera, and of course on the internet, singing Queen.
My grandmother had a ticket for the Titanic. Continue reading
To the woods again
I arrived home from work tonight with just barely enough time to get my dogs to the woods before nightfall, and once again we were rewarded with an up-close encounter with deer. It was darker this time than last, and I think we caught the white-tail end of the herd’s return to overnight quarters. We weren’t surprised this time — the humans, at any rate, definitely were not, and I think the dogs had the scent as soon as we left our car — but we were no less in wonder at our good fortune. Continue reading