My New Poem: Tips of Spring (with Photos)

Tips of Spring The bare branches tacitly precise point gnarled fingers and wave lacy tendrils like brooms sweeping the sky like hair standing on end each strand preposterous and defined coy, but flirting capillaries. This spiky punk rock stage will pass the spring cleaning will finish the monochromatic veins and bony limbs will soon be … Read more

Overfishing

My non-fiction reading in recent months has been consumed with reading about overfishing. I’ve been a vegetarian for over 25 years, prompted in large part because I read Diet for a Small Planet by Frances Moore Lappe and was moved to do my part for human sustainability. Over fifteen years ago I slowly started phasing in eating fish, needing more protein, and became a piscivore as well as a vegetarian. A couple years ago I was deeply influenced by Micheal Polon’s book The Omnivore’s Dilemma to try to eat more organic and local food; I was inspired to reduce my carbon imprint related to food and attempt not to pollute either the earth or my body. It has since become obvious to me that I didn’t really know where my fish was coming from, and whether that was sustainable either. Hence my recent self-education, which has been eye-opening as well.

When Not to Call 911

Polly Castor photography

I am my church’s representative to our local clergy association. We had our meeting yesterday and I wanted to share one of the things I learned there in case it may someday help someone. A woman woke up in the middle of the night and her husband was stone cold dead next to her. He … Read more

Book Review: House of Daughters

I enjoyed this book even though I’m only giving it three stars. It was a bit shallow but the setting was different enough to carry the reader through. In this book there are three estranged sisters who get together after the death of their father; my two sisters and I reacquainted ourselves with one another, … Read more

A New Poem: This is Me

Polly Castor photography

This is Me I’m a room’s golden glow paneled in luminous framed prints, refracting and shiny with a tossed, jauntily quilted pillow demanding attention. I’m the waxed wood floors, slightly gritty, a bright bouquet of yellow freesia beckoning buoyantly, and a tempting stack of books close by. I’m an empty rocking chair, inviting embrace a … Read more