Carolyn Gregory: Listening to John Coltrane on my Mother’s Death Day
Swirling, confident, those sax notes stretch and blow
above the drums, full of his blue notes,
fifty years ago, new as now.
May 17, 2019 · Leave a comment
Paul Christensen: The Waiting Game
I sometimes think of myself as Jody Tiflin, the boy from John Steinbeck’s story who longed to have his mare Nellie deliver a foal, the red pony, only to discover … Continue reading
April 14, 2019 · 1 Comment
Paul Christensen: The Arrival of Spring
The crocus came up two days ago. I wondered how long it might take to get some sign that spring was on the way. There they are, tough little flowers … Continue reading
April 3, 2018 · 3 Comments
Paul Christensen: In Praise of Spring
As I got down from the car after shopping, my wife led me to the side yard. She pointed down into the tangle of winter grass and let me discover … Continue reading
April 19, 2017 · 1 Comment
