Author Archives: Risa Denenberg

This is heartbreak I’ve squandered this vow mindlessly scratching a sterile sore. The portents were plain, nothing would come of it. Still I dream. Last night, seven dead mice strewn across my coverlet, harking back to an arresting image—Bodily Harm— … Continue reading →

In past decades, let’s say my pre-teen years through my forties, I often read more than 50 novels in a year. Then, in my fifties I started reading poetry in earnest.  A poetry lover since childhood, I was less likely … Continue reading →

It’s no longer Sunday morning. I haven’t heard from the muse yet today. I am feeling somewhat gray, like my hair and the weather. I’ve too much on my must-do list when truth is, I really don’t want to do … Continue reading →

I think about bees when I drip honey on challah and apple slices. Tonight is the eve of Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year, which always seems a more natural time for reflection and endings than in the deadness of … Continue reading →

                  I’m in on this: reading women poets in September, which, if you follow on Twitter, you will see delicious suggestions of many, many books you will want to read (or re-read), … Continue reading →

I returned on Monday from a week at the Jersey shore and a few days in NYC to a reentry into the smoky conditions of the Pacific Northwest. You can get a visual on how many fires the West Coast of … Continue reading →

  back next week . . . . .

I found I had more on my worry list than could fit into the days I have before I travel.  And so I have delayed my trip and am spending a few vacation days at home instead. However I spend … Continue reading →

Why my son: He is really not a part of this blog, but I will be seeing him soon, so he is much on my mind. About summer sun: She is shining in Sequim and all over the Pacific NW, … Continue reading →