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The Moment After Section

  • BLOG— New light that is also old light

    Maki Haku, Poem 68-44. (Via Wikiart)

    The moon this morning is a golden horn. To the south and west, the planets are shining — Jupiter, Venus. Yesterday at the same morning hour the moon was a creamy horn, caught, like an animal in a thicket, in a mesh of trees.

  • BLOG— The rule of love

    Marc Chagall, "Over the Town," 1918. (Via

    When I was six — and eight, and 10, but never again after then — I made valentines for everybody in my class. Everybody did. The rule was that you liked everybody, even those you suspected you didn’t like.

  • BLOG— Happy Hanukwanzamas!

    El Santuario de Chimayo, New Mexico. (Photo by Grant Hackett)

    Years ago I had a friend, culturally but not religiously Jewish, who devised a third greeting: “Happy Hanukwanzamas!” I was there the day he worked it out on a piece of paper, fitting the three words together.

  • BLOG— A fresh field

    Our first winter in Yellow Springs (Photo by Grant Hackett)

    In memory, snow fell all winter those first two years. Our backyard became a closet stuffed with bridal gowns, frothy white forms smothering every bush and tree. I loved the stacked inches atop the clean curves of honeysuckle, and the transformed hemlock, a dark Pegasus spreading white wings.

  • BLOG— Raven, a reflection

    Detail from "Crow and blossom," Ohara Koson, woodblock print, circa 1910. (Via

    Raven didn’t speak much about being sick. Instead, she brought my husband, a new friend, into her home studio. Brought out her pulps, her deckles, her tubs of finished papers — some textured, some translucent, some delicately veined like the inside of a wrist.

  • BLOG— A dozen Halloween nights

    James Abbott McNeill Whistler, "Nocturne: Black and Gold - The Fire Wheel," 1875. (Via the Tate, UK, licensed under Creative Commons)

    One of the pleasures of being an adult is recalling the pleasures of childhood. You might think that’s one of the bummers of being an adult — but remembering can be full of its own pleasure.

  • BLOG— ‘Somewhere outside, the horse’

    Franz Marc, "Horse in a landscape," 1910. (Via Wikiart)

    I try, often without success, to hold in mind two perspectives, the cosmic and the personal. From a cosmic stance, my little griefs and triumphs don’t exist. Don’t exist! I am, you are, dust.

  • BLOG— Black chimes, moving like branches

    Marc Chagall, "Musicians," 1979 (Via Wikiart)

    The jays wake up mouthy. The crows flap shouting out of sleep. Everyone has a voice. Especially the silent ones.

  • BLOG— This river life

    M.C. Escher, "Sky and Water I," 1938 (Via Wikiart)

    To be inside a fish’s October dream — there are worse fates!

  • BLOG— One spot on the globe

    Andrew Wyeth, "Wind from the Sea," 1947. (Via Wikipedia)

    Home is home. When we return a person to the earth, we’re not just sealing them in our hearts, we’re committing them to a spot, one spot, on this great globe.

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