In August I took my girls to the beach for almost a full week. I promise myself to be present, to be here and to be now, not to dwell on either the recent past or near future.
I love being at the beach and all its sensations implicit and … Read the rest
It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,
a cigarette second guessed from car to brush.
The woods’ parchment is given
to cracking asunder the first puff of wind.
Yesterday a big sycamore came across First
and Hawthorne and is there yet.
The papers say it has to happen,… Read the rest
“That we rode harder into the wind,
That the story got told,
That the broken candies were eaten first,
That they were eaten last,
That all subjects grew extinct eventually,
That in the inn I ruined our lives,
That in the barn I tried to save them,
That I failed,… Read the rest
If you can’t help yourself, help someone else.
That was at least part of my reasoning for buying tickets to see the Dead. The last time the band came to Boston, I ended up escorted out of the show by security. This time, things would be different. I’d be doing … Read the rest