karenweber7Mar 1, 20211 minAnthropologyAnthropology, what use are you in these days of singular, weekly visits to the market seeing only masked faces searching for a carton of...
karenweber7Mar 1, 20211 minPandemic 2021In my loft A broken screen, dirty windows. A year later I still see the rooftops of the school across the street. No children or buses...
karenweber7Mar 1, 20211 minWinter Solstice 2020Kathy died on Wednesday, Nancy on Saturday. One from broken nerves, the other a broken heart. Still this morning the dog came in the dark...
karenweber7Dec 25, 20201 minA Reminiscence of PalI remember Pal, big and slow, his lowered head as I sat, my feet, toes pointed down in dusty sneakers, touching the middle of his belly...
karenweber7Jul 3, 20202 minRio Hondo VoicesOn this morning's walk in the mountains by the river. A robin turning to look A gray squirrel chattering A black butterfly circling...
karenweber7Nov 30, 20191 minStonesWalking along the rocky shore of Santa Cruz, and the fog rolling in, I remember seagulls gliding and swooping within its grey rolls,...
karenweber7Nov 30, 20191 minGreta: Today and TomorrowFrom the scaly serpent’s mouth, a moment stops the ticking of a clock. One number, one point five, now turned two. A crowd gasps for air,...
karenweber7Nov 28, 20191 minSpring in the CatskillsThe boys are out with their basketballs hugged close or bounced high and caught. The boys are out with pants falling around their...
karenweber7Nov 28, 20191 minMountain Snake on a Walk to Awosting LakeIn the tall grass along the path’s edge before the tangled branches of the elm, the oak, the pine shut out the light, sideways and...
karenweber7Nov 19, 20191 minSanta Fe: HaikuAt Agua Fria and Camino Alire: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flight - Dry...
Karen WeberOct 29, 20191 min PedernalWhen I came, I stood upon a cliff, red in the dying light, then fell, pushed over the edge with laughter. I sailed through the air like a...
Karen WeberOct 28, 20191 minSweet Baby James in GazaYour shining head, and wide open stare. You, a round figure, appearing lit in a shadowed room. Your tiny lips barely opened, a double...