LUPUS IN FLIGHT

Bisan, your cat came to me in my dream. White, yet not entirely - she was real - not as a cloud, she was eating lime. Yes, I was holding a r...

When kites fly  across blue skies and border divides, Gaza and Israel unite. We make the kites, we fly the kites,  over the wells of hate. W...

The sunflowers my mother bought wept over the kitchen floor  this morning, their scent overpowering -  wet carpets, mothballs.   Or somethin...

In the weeks leading up to my birthday, I try to be intentional about my gratitude. Here I still am, loved.  I tend to myself in the ways th...

I thought I hadn’t posted a thing since Christmas, but I have a couple of posts this year to redeem me. It gets  harder and harder to persis...

Plugged in or plugged out, no escape. Even the monastery, even the future  of bees - a stranger  even cut down  our trees. We march to its b...

Daisies are out for as long as the mowers keep away. The vast arms of the blossom trees cast shadow nets into which we rest, before throwing...

My heart takes a lifetime to plunge. Cold waters await.  Is it worth it? Freedom is easy to desire. All around me, the sounds of progress - ...

Is the year roaring to an end for you? Will it begin with a whimper? Or are these anthropomorphic ideas of the tiger and the rabbit? Water t...

September, October and now into November. This week marks the anniversary of the first week we walked into our Cambridge home, twenty nine y...