Isaiah Spring

Branch etched air,
Bears blue,
Like smoke before an altar,
And the birds,
Awhir with laughter call out,
Holy, holy, holy
Snow carved boughs
Grow gold,
Like coins of countless treasure,
And the fields
A-filled with lilies claim as,
Lord, the God of Hosts
Wind hewn hills,
Spill green,
In torrents through the valley,
And the woods,
Aflood in leaf buds say,
The earth is full, full, full
First spring dawn,
Runs red,
Like [...]

Life

And the wrens have returned to their nesting,
In the hollow of the oak,
Where his heart once had been,
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing,
For being born again.
And the streams are all swollen with winter,
Winter unfrozen, and free to run away now.
And I’m amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with [...]

Last day fun

Matching shawls!
(Can’t you see us as romantic Victorian writers? A lot of silliness goes into the creative process of a good book. )
One more writing day, one more long walk (or three) down windy, fir-lined paths with a few daffodils, one more leisurely cup of coffee and one more great Asheville meal (last night’s pan-fried [...]

This morning I…

Woke late to the blue shadows, lit a candle in crystal and stretched my soul muscles to this hymn.
Walked down vine-framed streets to watch a pale, golden light rise on the far-off hills.
Drank coffee, lots of it (specially flavored with salt and cinnamon), and nibbled at strawberries and banana bread.
Read this luminescent passage from Elizabeth [...]

Asheville

Well, I am in one of my favorite places on this wide earth. For a few days I get to shove my book deadline aside and breathe again. I’m still working, ghostwriting on one of my mom’s books, but it is incredibly easier to write stuff for other people, a great paradox of artistry. My [...]

Oh my!

Rip-tide, flash flood or perhaps a hurricane shot through with tornades; I can’t decide which best captures the general sense of my life lately.
Time has burst his dam and is flooding through my life with a swiftness I can’t hope to stem. I’m a little put out. Usually time seems rather a mild-mannered gentleman, even [...]