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A baby’s shoe! A baby bunny! A tiny artichoke!
Not last Sunday but the Sunday before, this tiny Converse sneaker appeared on the ground just outside our market stall. Look at this! A tiny shoe! I yelled. Don’t you think it’s a hint from the...
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Bread, I said (photograph of the day).
pictured: black sesame sourdough loaf and cinnamon currant sourdough heart loaf
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A poem of farewell (mine).
Misha’s off to work in a shirt that’s too big on him but he loves its colors. I bake the bread when he leaves, mist it and cover it, cooling. On my bike around town my clothes don’t get caught in...
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The map is on the wall (photograph).
The map is on the wall. Now the packing happens. If I’m gone from this blog for a couple of days, it’s because we’re packing and we’re leaving this home and we’re headed on the road. Roadtrip...
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Why not: a birthday collage.
Dear Scott, I made you this internet collage comprised of (beautiful) images that remind me of you. I really hope you like it. Love, Taylor...
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Oh, the sideyard of San Diego!
Something that I miss about San Diego is the sideyard, that yard we had on the side of our house, where friends used to gather. So many great things happened there: poems under the streetlights, loud...
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“Ode to the First Peach” (poem) (Ellen Bass).
A San Diego friend emailed me this poem this week. How did she know this was the week I was missing peaches so badly? Also missing Annie of Sweet Tree Farms, the best & coolest fruit farmer in the...
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Poem from over a year ago (melancholy, rambling, true).
Pizza Time Sometimes I feel like I’m whispering into a megaphone that’s turned off says Sean, reading from a blue notebook he made in art class last semester. He sits down. I’m already sitting and...
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Teacher in my mailbox (Ilya Kaminsky).
I went to San Diego State to study with Ilya Kaminsky, and I do not regret it one bit. Yesterday, the Academy of American Poets dropped off a new poem of his in my inbox. It made me glad and it made me...
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