Camas Lilies

Camas Lilies Consider the liles of the field, the blue banks of camas opening into acres of sky along the road. Would the longing to lie down and be washed by that beauty abate if you knew their usefulness, how the natives ground their bulbs for flour, how the settlers’ hogs uprooted them, grunting in … Continue reading Camas Lilies


I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you … Continue reading Waiting

Going Home

This body will return to earth become one, again, with the round world: seep into soil, dissolve decay into richness life-giving dust, remnants of a kind flame, scattered motes of blown smoke collected by the smallest of creatures; water, the most of me, pattering outside a listener's window becomes Water of Life once more runs … Continue reading Going Home

The Desiring Subject

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake I want to write about desire. We find ourselves inhabited by all sorts of desires, some welcome, others less so: perhaps I'm uncomfortable today and wish the weather was cooler, warmer, sunnier, drier, wetter, … Continue reading The Desiring Subject