Oaks and maples stretch skyward – always reaching. Would it be wrong to call them aspirational? Are they bold and audacious in the way they claim their space? I admire softer things – willows and their modesty. They grow but droop – turning downward as if to reflect on that place from which they came.
Learning to Tie My Shoes
I have days, today being one of them, when I feel like my life’s failures and frustrations are mostly the result of poor organizational skills and a piss-poor memory. There are times when I feel like I might have missed some class that everyone took – maybe in the fourth grade or freshman year of…
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 8, 2022
For five minutes, certainly no more than ten, the sky near the horizon burned orange and pink with prismatic spring and hot pool shimmer. I’d like to stretch my writing and my observations beyond the morning sky or the sound of birds. Then again, there are worse ways to start the day.
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 7, 2022
Wipe his mouth, wipe his feet, give treat… gentle. His teeth scrape my knuckle. Gentle! He waits and looks, looks and waits. A short command GO! and he bounds up the steps, trit trotting cloppity clop to the water bowl. He slurps. Emerging from the kitchen jowls dripping – he wants to play.
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 6, 2022
Cool and gray but not freezing, not frozen. Light rain peppers my hands and head. In a different setting it might be sand gently blowing on a beach. A small bird sings her morning song – an aria: sweeeeeet, swoot. Sweet. Sweet. I think Black-capped Chickadee. Like many things – I remain uncertain.
Poetry and Alchemy
Yesterday I received a rejection email from a journal where I had submitted some poems. Last week, I got a rejection email from a different journal. I had forgotten about the one from a week ago – by which I mean to say I hadn’t even logged the submission on my spreadsheet. I didn’t remember…
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 5, 2022
I step and the frozen ground crunches. The puddles in the drive have iced over. Even the light in the morning sky looks cold and icy blue – the air too thin to hold much more than a few wisps of clouds, gauzy apparitions, translucent. A plane slowly chalks a line heading north.
So Much Writing of Little Consequence
Sitting on the sofa with my second cup of coffee for the morning, I began to read poems from a stack of books on the table beside me. The dog lets out the most annoying half whine with each breath. He’s bored, and it’s all I can do to not yell at him to go…
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 4, 2022
Silence (almost). The fridge hums a little whir and the electric burners on the flat, glass-top stove cycle on and off – click (silence, pause, breath) click. The big pan sizzles when the teardrop of batter flattens then bubbles, flips and browns. The coffee belches and sighs – too early to be that tired.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Leave My Job
11/17/22 Yesterday, I did a thing. Without knowing my next move, I gave notice to the executive team of my board of directors. It was a soft notice, not a hard two weeks. I said I’d be leaving, and I’d like to do so early next year (two or three months from now). I said…
Daily Fifty-Two: Dec. 3, 2022
The sun peeks through the marble gray and quickly slinks back into hiding. There’s a squinting brightness to the day, a washed-out light that almost hurts. On the thin-limbed end of the barren maple tree, two clusters of helicopters dangle and sway in the wind – a small sign of determined resilience.
Some Thoughts about Quiet Quitting
I haven’t posted anything… I was going to say significant or substantial, but my cynical side asked the snarky question, “when do you ever post something ‘significant’ or ‘substantial’?” Other than the daily fifty-two project, I haven’t posted since November 19 – before Thanksgiving. I’ve started a half-dozen things: observations on living alone (prompted by…