1. I just love trees…I think about what they see. 2. Thoreau said take your body to nature—where nature can root inside
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1. I had a notion for a bird in flight and started sketching turkey vultures. 2. I hadn’t yet gotten close enough
1. As a child, I’d race after my siblings and watch as they’d scamper up trees. 2. I envied them their boundless
The birds were wood and earth and neither. When the sky offered flight, you could hear them, not as often in winter
As though the subtle limit of water were bound the echo call of the rounded room begins to move the water aside
For my daughter On the cave tour she grasped at my leg when the guide gave us darkness: seeking in displacement to
My brother and I dug for worms, our knees furrowing the farmer’s dirt, our nails blackened by its bounty. And where we
in memory of John Beecher 1953, westbound from Boston on the Lake Shore Limited, steel whining on steel through Berkshire pines,
with passion, several coquís sing, though its already past dawn meanwhile the cat considers her every step, and taking them, you can’t
Whale Shark Spots are like human fingerprints, and the plankton whorl in our palms while your mouth sieves the sea. Our backs