July 2022

“July, that lovely hell, all
velvet dresses and drapes
stuffed into a hot little hole.”
— Laura Kasischke

Hockey • 2022

The legs feed the wolf.

June 2022

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — Steinbeck

May 2022

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,

April 2022

When bullying April bruised mine eyes
With sleet-bound appetites and crude
Experiments of green, I still was wise
And kissed the blossoming rod.
– Cecil Day-Lewis

March 2022

March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab

The Smithsonian • 2022

Sometimes when I’m swimming, I think that maybe someday I’ll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I’ll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display. — David Duchovny

February 2022

“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
― William Shakespeare

January 2022

“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

December 2021

“I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”
–Andrew Wyeth