The sunrise is a reward for waking up, the universe saying, “hey good job, you’re here another day” (except those cloudy mornings, when even the universe wants to stay in bed.) Spring flowers are a reward for making it through winter, through the polar vortex, when it was so cold that pipes burst, sending a … More Narcissistic Me
…if the power that comes from bearing up and bearing down were translated into a coinage, with a womb on one side and an umbilical cord on the other—my God, that coin would be more valuable than any gold on the earth. … More Those Men
the sound of those wings— eight, ten vultures circling East to West, sawing the air— whorls between swirls of clouds and Star Magnolia’s nascent blooms
The wind is rearranging things today– the March lion is roaring early (this being February), stirring shadows as if it could alter the dance of life itself. On Facebook, I see an old woman in Chicago almost blown away, then helped into a cab by two young strangers. Beside the road, an old … More This Being February
If I lived in Chicago, I wonder if there would be a constant tug from the neat, locked stream that runs through the Lurie Garden– if I would wake up every morning and think about arranging my day so I could lower myself onto the smooth, gray-planked walkway, remove my shoes and couple them nearby, … More Urbs in Horto*
Fog is like the valley pulling a blanket over itself and hitting the snooze alarm— “Not yet, sun.” This place must have had a hard day yesterday, all that grass to grow and leaves exchanging carbon dioxide for oxygen— all those birds to support on branches (but the orioles sway on slender reeds, showing off … More Snooze Alarm
Susan Fuchtman 