Welcome
For as long as I can remember, I have longed to live in a world where everyone thrives—where lives have dignity, dreams count, and stories matter. The possibility of this seems to fade with each passing 21st century day. So I turn to words: to connect dots, to bear witness, to celebrate and to lament.
James Baldwin wrote: “Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” I write in search of words that can speak my language of truth. I write because I believe that what we experience as individuals, what we face, is wisdom we can—maybe even must—offer up to the world.
Words and the alchemy that happens when they meet in line and stanza, paragraph and phrase are what I have.
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Words are all we have.
The March of March
A few days after my last post, an illegal war of impulsive, mercurial volition was launched on the country…
March 29, 2026
Frozen Mix on the Day of the First Narcissus Bloom
This heirloom narcissus—whose name escapes me now—decided to bloom on the coldest day so far this winter, when a…
February 17, 2026
Days Are Getting Longer, Blossoms Are Returning
And the witch hazels are blooming in our backyard habitat garden. Crimson, fire-engine red, and this sunny, cheerful yellow.…
February 3, 2026
