Paul Christensen: Timbrels in the Marsh
The sky is a stoic blue, hard as a marble, with little wimpy clouds that carry nothing more than a few regrets from a dying winter. We’re here, right on the precipice of a season.
March 22, 2020 · 8 Comments
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: The Mystery
An unwilled force drives pale shoots into the air. Something powerful underneath it all, harder than a fist, keeps making things rise, until they burst out of nothing into a … Continue reading
April 12, 2017 · Leave a comment
