Today, while looking for a pack of dental floss, I found my father’s removable bridge in the back of a drawer. He doesn’t need it, not where he is now, under a stone at the cemetery. But the sight of the blue plastic container and its contents filled me with mirth. Of all of his…
Ecology Book Clubs
After finishing some of the books I am reading now, I intend to start incorporating ecological literature into my monthly selections. In my older age I have slowed my reading pace, which allows me to layer the books I read. I used to read each book at once, whole, sometimes gulping it down in a…
Suggestions for Writing More Poetry
Breaking Writer’s Block
Eight bright postcards wait in a packet on my desk They resemble each other On one side: an address and a brief poem On the other: a marimekko design of bright dots, animals, fruits, or flowers I will photograph both sides of each recording the spontaneous poems that burst from my pen onto cardboard stock…
Elusive Inspiration
Now that it’s summer, now that I’m not only retired, but without a religious affiliation, perhaps life has become too small for creativity. This house. This life–my life, whose episodes and experiences no longer seem unique, fresh, interesting. Every day I read what people write and realize they know how to do this work, this…