Molasses in February
The page is before me. Blank. My words are like dried molasses in the corners of the carton. I need the sweetness to pour, but all I can do is hold the containe...
Category: winter
Happy New Today
If processing a whole year retrospectively is too much, or purposing for a whole year ahead is too overwhelming, take heart. There is today, and that is the onl...
Blue Beggars
On the morning of the first day of March, greedy jays are at the feeder, first to find the crumbs from the master’s table. Persistent little beggars, these blue...
In the woods
I took myself to the woods today. My head was pounding, the walls of my brain squeezing in, trapping all that pressure behind my eyes. I needed to breathe. It w...
hibernation
It could be I’m in hibernation. Maybe I’m a toad, buried deep in the mud at the bottom of the river, insides turned to antifreeze, waiting out the winter. My ey...