The shooing of the soul to its home, that is our work. The releasing of a shower of sparks to fill the day, and creating a light so we can find our way…
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The trilliums were—are—blooming; it was the right time of year. I drove a hundred miles into the Cascades with a map of past years’ fires, hungry for t…
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“Orleans will never forget the 8th of May, nor ever fail to celebrate it. It is Joan of Arc’s day—and holy.”
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Three times in two weeks, I became aware of small, difficult choices that I would have to make, choices with no clear good outcome, that would likely c…
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On certain days that are dark and hard, as well as some days that are bright and easy, I pour British-style tea, Earl Gray or cardamom black or blackcu…
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On research for writers
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Who am I kidding, I threw the literary equivalent of a rock through a window, and you can find it over at Locus Magazine today. And it is thanks to you…
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…then on the shore / Of the wide world I stand alone, and think / Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
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I often put off asking for help, or forget that I can, and then, like wrapping a mystery in an enigma and the enigma in some dollar-store wrapping pape…
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Some stones for the path
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With apologies to Wallace Stevens
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And the swim between them
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