Trees are my friends. I have had a love affair with trees going since I was a small child. I regularly climbed the Stanley plum tree in my back yard. Our laundry was hung on lines strung between two oaks — in both our yard and in my grandparents’ yard. There was a spindly looking…
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
Pearl’s
Our boss, once a year, bequeaths us three days at a conference, hours north from an already northern place. It’s a luxury resort, off-season rates, and the run of the place. Folks from around the state convene, joined by a common profession. We speak the same language, we laugh at the same jokes. Vendors come…
i spy (aka driveway dirt hill)
This is how it started. A few months ago I ordered a lovely peony root from jungseed.com. Jung’s sends the root when it is time to be planted. The plan at the time of ordering was to put it in back in a open square where the rest of the peonies live. I went to…
Sting
It’s been many moons since reading Tolkien’s, The Hobbit, The Trilogy, and The Silmarillion, and not quite so long since seeing 3 of the 4 films made so far. I remember how pivotal, Sting, the shortsword first re-found by Gandalf, given to Bilbo, then later handed off to his nephew Frodo, was to key events…
Recreated Reborn
Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme.Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married.Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans,changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme.Birthdays come and birthdays go.Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given. Littlegirlme now,Chubby legs, running, exploring…
Dear Monarch
Dear Monarch,I discovered you yesterday afternoon,motionless, along the roadside.Using a stick, I hoped you wouldcling to it, so you could be transportedto safer ground. It felt as if you did,although weakly,and so I gingerly lifted youonto the plastic bag holding the new phone book.Knowing where there were milkweed out back,I stepped through the tall grassand…
Peculiar
Walking into the private military club in the small town a half-hour north, my old middle-school friend, who said I would know her by the poppies on her shirt, jumped up to greet us. We’d reconnected after bumping into each other at the store a while ago and traded facebook handles. She’d invited me back…
Tao-Talk 