the ugly earring

from max wanger blog: jesse +whitney family

…

That moment is what I will tell of as proof
that you loved me permanently. After that I was
a woman alone carrying her bag, asking a worker
which direction to walk to find a taxi.

from: Linda Gregg, “Asking for Directions”

(photo: here)

1. lover’s self portrait 2. an afternoon catch

this season we make bread.

(photo)

(and a no-knead recipe)

Child Moon

The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

~ Carl Sandburg

(photo from here)