in the painting we are running somewhere towards a hole where all the/ people we need to forgive sleep, burrowed below their grim winter/ grasses, fury they are — // eger to pet them, sorry, we say, we're late in our forgiving. Come out, come out,...

Scientists say/ a larger hippocampus serves the species well in the season of remembering,/ when stored cells grow and die,/ replenishing through winter’s hunger,/ when the chickadees return to flit and fly/ to every buried need.  Sarah Carey,...

"A brood of little ladybugs is wintering with me, one has just wandered across the paper—take it for a good omen!" Rainer Maria Rilke I have seen several ladybugs recently. We are in the throes of winter and they don’t usually make themselves ...

Peace is the first thing the angels sang John Keble I am a big believer in sending Holiday Cards. For me, they are an annual moment to touch base. I get to touch base with myself in the designing, remembering, collecting, and writing that happens ...