The Morning the Fog Didn't Lift
Some mornings the world stays hidden longer than you'd like, and you have to decide what to do with that.
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October Light Through Old Glass
A poem about the particular quality of autumn light and what it asks us to notice before it goes.
Continue reading →After the Rain Moves Through
The yard holds its breath, and I am standing in the doorway with no particular reason to go back inside.
Continue reading →The Peaches This Year
A poem about standing at the kitchen counter with a ripe peach and the strange mercy of a single, unhurried moment.
Continue reading →At the Hardware Store on a Tuesday
A poem about the quiet holiness hiding in the ordinary aisles of a hardware store on an unhurried afternoon.
Continue reading →Watching My Neighbor Mow
A Friday afternoon, a lawn mower, and the quiet holiness of someone doing a simple thing well.
Continue reading →What the Garden Asks of Me
A poem about kneeling in the dirt and what it costs, and maybe gives back.
Continue reading →After the Rain
A poem about the particular silence that follows a summer storm, and what the wet world seems to say.
Continue reading →May, Again
A poem about returning to May and what it means to have lived through another year to get here.
Continue reading →The First Week of January
A poem about the particular feeling of January — the blank-page quality of it, the cold, the hopeful and the apprehensive.
Continue reading →October Light
A poem about the particular slant of light that arrives in October and what it does to the ordinary world.
Continue reading →Ocracoke Evening
A poem about the particular quality of summer evenings on the island — the light, the boats, the way time moves differently here.
Continue reading →Small Hours
A poem about the particular quality of light at 4am, when the world hasn't decided yet what kind of day it's going to be.
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