Reading Poems—The Art of Dabbling

  Sometimes—particularly when life feels a little too busy, or the days need a little more structure (like the summer!)—I find myself immersed in the art of what I’ve come to call “dabbling.” This might mean simply browsing around on Google, or the...

China Cabinet

  Listen—we are not discussing private matters. We are discussing how the rain strikes a teacup, a platter, a spoon. Left outside, they are vulnerable, the bare skin, the touch of water to metal or china— the tick tick tick—the clicking of a...

Bees & Honey

  It is spring, and what you expected of its beauty has not yet arrived. Things are still a little too dead to wake up & break open. Soon the flowers will act like small, color-blown cups for the insects and the rain. A.R. Ammons steps out into the great open...

Pomegranate

  This is how it happens—he lifts the dress above your head and brings it down around your hands. You become a peacock, all feathers, all lace. You breathe deep, shrinking your frame as he fastens the eye-hook, zips up the dress. Then, the...