ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON There are many stories. One of actions, one of affects, and one of effects. Another of could have, should...

The pond changes with the time of day, the caste of sky and of course the seasons. Even then it’s as if it had its own source of light...

The green has gone from tender to brilliant, so many shades of it I could not begin to name them. But the trees, the may apples, the...

It feels as if the new year has just begun. The last three days sun has graced the days, and clear skies the nights. Cold and bright...

I am drawn to curving roads that appear to have no clear beginning or end but rest in the landscape they travel through. Years ago we...

It is mid-summer and already the ground is scattered with leaves. Each time I walk the path around the pond I count more of them. At...

It's been over a month since I last posted. Like everyone I know I am factoring time in a different way. It's like the formula for...

Just a season ago we stood around with friends at the maple syrup camp boiling sap tapped from the trees surrounding us. It was chilly,...

We are in the midst of a long beautiful spring in southern Indiana. The trees are mostly past their flowerings, pear and peach, dogwood...

There will be no gathering at the Seder table this year though the daffodils are past their bloom and the peonies are rising out of the...

So pleased to have this review by writer and artist Sue Swartz. Thanks as well to editor Jennie Cohen. Stay well!

I woke up this morning and realized I am an astronaut. I was sent to this new world with a young four legged creature and a male human...

I used to trust in the rule of law Staying on your side of the two lane road when a car is coming at you assuring you both the room to...

I have to confess that I love the long, lingering dusks of early winter. The way the lengthening darkness makes the short spurts of...

“We all make our ways the best we can through the world. Each of us is given a different road to travel." Chava, In the Time of...

First fall morning frost and the water rises off the pond changing into air. Even though the trees are still mostly green there is a glow...

- a passage from In the Time of Leaving- I was twelve the first time I fasted for Yom Kippur. It was the thirst I most remember. The way...

Source: poetry on demand

September brings a new beginning, the start of a new year, my own birthday near to the high holidays, days when the gates swing open, and...

Source: Loss and Light