Mother of You I am the goddess of lasagna, says my son. I think about this as I layer the marinara and ricotta over sheets of noodle, hopeful I’m able to live up to his praise. I don’t know what makes me look up, peripheral vision, perhaps some womb-like instinct, the pull between two places in proximity - But the forms are there in the open, white-chested dancers, tawny, sloping necks, intent on food. I leave … [Read more...]
Creature comfort: McKnight, Buckland, O’Brien
I am by no means a naturalist. I can't name all the plants and animals I come across. But when I am feeling blah, I can look to nature and recapture that sense of wonder. Maybe you can too. For example, how cool was it that writer Ellen McKnight looked up from her computer to see a foxy visitor? It's no secret I have a thing for deer (my poem "Deerstruck" originally appeared on The Poetry Mill blogsite and I am re-publishing it on this site) so I loved the photos of them … [Read more...]
Slice of solace: Deerstruck
Deerstruck Lately I’ve been seeking out deer going to the forest preserves at dusk, driving slowly down Lagoon Drive, always on the lookout Do deer have any other expression besides startled? Does a deer, like a dog, smile with its tail? Joyful flicker, bunny-hop, pom-pom trick. It cavorts away. No wonder it’s called a hind Which animals are most Buddhist? Is the deer serene in manic alertness or is it a sloth who … [Read more...]