Posted on June 24, 2003 in Ecotone Originality & Creativity
We need not erect a mystery religion around an oak tree: just look at the tree, its slotted leaves, the acorns, the trunk, and the branches. Write about that.
Posted on June 23, 2003 in Book of Days Neighborhood
I’m free of clanging in my ears, the deafness of the wakeful world.
Posted on June 23, 2003 in Weather
Is it just me or have I hit on yet another distortion by the corporate media?
Posted on June 23, 2003 in Morals & Ethics
You cannot serve two masters, Jesus warned us, but the prayer in school advocates pretend that God and Caesar are the same, which is clearly counter-Christian.
Posted on June 22, 2003 in Attitudes Book of Days Childhood
Mom told me that the only thing she’d paid for was a report card of straight As: $10. I got one once in my senior year in college. She made excuses and I received nothing.
Posted on June 22, 2003 in Weather
While we were away celebrating my aunt’s 95th birthday, it rained here.
Posted on June 22, 2003 in Milestones
Thank you to each and every one of you who has found and stuck with me this last year.
Posted on June 21, 2003 in Writing Groups
Until I get some people to help me write a group blog (oh Kiril….), I’ll stick announcements like this here. This is the third writer’s walk that we’ve held this year and we hope to have others:
Posted on June 21, 2003 in Weather
A car sounding like an approaching storm front — rain on the edge — passes.
Posted on June 21, 2003 in Book of Days Possessions
I’m not sure what to call them: they have broad, square toes and zippers up the inner sides. Beige calf-skin, subtly crinkled, covers the outside; lamb wool suits up the inside.