Tag: writing

reading Milosz on the porch in March

it must be March - this morning the quince blooms and two crows sit on the porch rail trading gentle preenings between them, beside me, while I am sipping rapidly cooling coffee and reading my tattered Milosz, thinking about how even black might just be … Continue reading reading Milosz on the porch in March


the house finches

the house finches have changed their song again - to one of fierce joy, of emphatic nest-lust it seems almost too soon for such passion, with snow still gathered, blue in the shadows of the north-facing stones then again, some songs exist simply to remind … Continue reading the house finches

love, in summation

one by one, when you are most likely to be unsuspecting, I make them - these petal-gestures, trifling bright, scraps with some perhaps deeper meaning one day - maybe - you'll be struck by revelation, with unexpected math © Sarah Whiteley


these things have collected me - endless books, unworn shoes, pots I split my self between them - fingers holding open pages, a close eye kept on the pot one day I'll evict them though maybe not quite all - save perhaps a favorite but … Continue reading cluttered

no grace in wanting

there is no grace in true wanting - it staggers, and refuses to be written - its divinity locked in the eyes that yours decline ever to meet © Sarah Whiteley