February 26, 2015
Kinds of Listening, Kinds of Light: He told me he saw more subtle cycles there
“When spring came, when every crow announced its arrival by raising his cry half a tone…” – Sans Soleil Last week, deep into California’s wildflower season, I made a new rule: […]
February 11, 2015
Nerve Games, Love Notes
…for they had begun the rare epistolary communication that seems, somehow, more real than bodily contact, with its averted eyes and fidgety hands, its blushes and shuffling feet. –Brenda Wineapple […]
January 18, 2012
Mind of Winter
If anyone has one, a mind of winter, it’s Tomas Tranströmer. I’ve been thinking about his poems lately, how each seems to place the reader in a crystalline picture frame […]