Sometimes when the “here” is just right

Indira Ganesan, Silkie Chicks in a Provincetown Storefront window, 2018 It doesn’t always happen, but I was so full of affection for my town recently.  The film festival was in town, so that was fun.  Saw this, this, and this.  And this, this and this. They were all in, in a word, phenomenal.  The audience…

June Sweater

I’ve got my sweater on as the rains pours away.  The flowers drenched, the thirsty earth soil quenched.  I type as I hum a song and get nostalgic for a memory I never had. Read some very good books:  The House of Names ; Song of Achilles; Home Fire; Circe; and am a quarter way into Cloud…

Memorial Days

A woman let her horse feed on the clover in the strip of field between the Stop and Shop and the local garage.  The land near the garage is notorious for getting flooded, and remaining ankle to knee-deep long after the rain stops.  The horse is blond, a pale beauty.   There is something so…

It has rained all day

  …and it has rained all afternoon.  It is raining right now, on the four bags of compost lying in my garden, waiting to be amended into the soil.  Yes, April showers.  But the seed packets have to wait: four types of poppies, the lettuce that should have already be sown.  Why am I receiving…