November 2023
“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.” — Cynthia Rylant
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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.
Read More Hockey • 2022June 2022
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — Steinbeck
Read More June 2022March 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
Read More March 2022February 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
A Place For Everything. 