Tag: ink


after a poem by Ono no Komachi too soon the bloom has slipped from the stem – a light lost over the deepening sill of evening and back and forth, the beads are slipped slowly down the thread while I wait with the rain Advertisements

fire and wings

It’s not unusual for us to see Anna’s hummingbirds through the winter and several neighbors keep their hummingbird feeders up for them. So while many birds are feeling the pull of migration currently, I’m blessed to live in an area where we’ll have these little … Continue reading fire and wings


you have shaken me from myself – like a windfall of yes-tinted apples – to rest in the soft earth of you, with teeth to charm the sweetness from my lips © Sarah Whiteley