Kiyoshi Yamashita (Japanese, 1922–1971) - Fireworks, Nagaoka, 1950

Friends, I'm returning to share new work and continue building communities in 2026. Here's a new poem for the new year. Sending love to you all.

Gustav Klimt

364 days a year, this man is thrilled that he married a southern girl who throws down in the kitchen. On day 365 he curses my ancestors and my traditions and everything I stand for.

Winter Stream by Gianni Notarianni

Richard Grimm-Sachsenberg, 1873 - 1952, Winternacht (Winter night), around 1920.

David Hockney, b.1937, British Winter Timber (2009)

Nativity by Eyvind Earle

Thomas Hardy, "Going and Staying" #poem

I know my husband is going to make a great middle-aged man because he has spent about 80% of his spare time over the last 3 days monitoring the incoming weather situation as it develops.

C. S. Lewis going, "You're not going to believe this, "

[snowed in] “I’m going to catch up on household chores” *eats mac ‘n cheese until I black out*

An extraordinary paragraph. buff.ly/uH5ykhX

Eyvind Earle - "Path in the Snow"

From the perspective of medieval hagiography, it's interesting how closely Alex Pretti follows its model: a Catholic who worked with the sick, who lived by the value of "love thy neighbor" and who after confronting harm at the hands of evil went out to confront evil again.

While the infertile tawny owl was away from her nest, caretakers swapped her unviable eggs for orphaned chicks.

I went to one of the last remaining old-school, sit-down Pizza Huts in America and wrote 3,000 words about a pervading sense of national decline.

We'd go spend like 4-5 days with my grandma in the summer and each day we'd just drive around Detroit visiting various old ladies and play on the floor while my grandma talked to her about something that happened in 1965 then go to another old lady's house.

Aliens (completely bewildered): so the groundhog Me: is clairvoyant, yes

“Doing hard stuff you often don’t want to do is good for you and serves a moral and social purpose; discipline and perseverance are admirable” is a very old bit of wisdom that we’ve rapidly cast aside in favor of a frictionless existence and it turns out we’re all miserable.