Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry And the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved...
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Potato Plus Soup This is the perfect cold winter night soup. It can be made with plain water, but it is much better with ham or pork stock, and still good with chicken stock. If you are using water, you may need a bit of extra seasoning. As with everything, taste and taste...
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Crocus The first hope of spring Grown from corms, in a variety of colors, crocus are small, delicate flowers, which give us the hope that a long winter is coming to an end. It is from the crocus that we harvest saffron.
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Tommy’s I was a senior in high school, and had gone to one of those horrible college interviews, with Angie Martinez, in Los Angeles. We were hungry, and she asked me if I wanted to go to Tommy’s? I had to confess I had never been to Tommy’s. She was a woman...
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An Iguana Has Come to Call Look who is trying to come into the house? Yes, that is an iguana! I am not sure why he would want to come into the house, but he indeed made his way from the yard, on to the porch, and then to the door. ...
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Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Washington D. C. “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” “Out of a mountain of despair, a stone of hope.” We were very excited to see the latest edition to the National Mall, which was dedicated in October of 2011. The...
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Staghorn Ferns There are plants that I love without reason – the Staghorn Fern is such a plant. Perhaps it is the name, or the way it attaches itself to a surface, which it will eventually engulf, or that eats bananas! (Yes, the best way to feed this fern is to place a banana...
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To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Red Pepper Time by Oscar Edmond Berninghaus A St. Louis, Missouri transplant to Taos, New Mexico, like so many artists after him who fell in love with the light of area and the...
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Explanations of Love by Carl Sandburg There is a place where love begins and a place where love ends. There is a touch of two hands that foils all dictionaries. There is a look of eyes fierce as a bigBethlehemopen-hearth furnace or a little green-fire acetylene torch. There are single careless bywords portentous as...
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Cat in the Window Do you see the cat in the window? Walking in Lyman, Maine, I happened to look up and see Nancy’s cat in the window – picture perfect!
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