Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Bad Day Not every day is a good day for the elfin tailor. Some days the stolen cloth reveals what it was made for: a handsome weskit or the jerkin of an elfin sailor. Other days the tailor sees a … Continue reading →

Requiem Today is the perfect day The sky just so clouds moving fast Drops of water on leaves of Russian sage Dog sitting her chin on crossed paws Light streams through branches of locust tree I sit just so at … Continue reading →

Chapter One I love how books begin; those passages that lead us by the hand across the luxurious lawns, that portage us gently up the gravel drive, toward the manor house. The author is still a kind host here, anxious … Continue reading →

Two Friends The last word this one spoke was my name. The last word that one spoke was my name. My two friends had never met. But when they said that last word they spoke to each other. I am … Continue reading →

Poem to Raymond Carver comforter thrown over my legs late morning cats asleep at my feet I am reading a tattered copy of A NEW PATH TO THE WATERFALL you said you wanted this all of your life waking each … Continue reading →

Hope After everything I find it intact like a chimney standing beside a basement jumbled with black and smoking rafters. It is the bubble that rises from a sunken ship as a diver cracks into the wreck. It is the … Continue reading →

Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight One ran, her nose to the ground, a rusty shadow neither hunting nor playing. One stood; sat; lay down; stood again. One never moved, except to turn her head a … Continue reading →

Moscow For a while I was alone, so I dated whoever’s work I was reading, but the relationships always ended badly. I wasn’t smart enough for Wayne, I wasn’t caustic enough for David, Kevin & I were doing well, but … Continue reading →

Nobody Nobody loves me, Nobody cares, Nobody picks me peaches and pears. Nobody offers me candy and Cokes, Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes. Nobody helps when I get in a fight, Nobody does all my homework at night. … Continue reading →

From the Cadenced Roar of the Waves From the cadenced roar of the waves and the wail of the wind, from the shimmering light flecked over woodland and cloud, from the cries of passing birds and the wild unknown perfumes … Continue reading →