Their green flanks and swells are not flesh in any sense matching ours, we tell ourselves. Nor their green breast nor their green shoulder

If it please God, let less happen. Even out Earth\'s rondure, flatten Eiger, blanden the Grand Canyon. Make valleys slightly higher, widen

Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest

Everything contains some silence. Noise gets its zest from the small shark\'s-tooth- shaped fragments of rest angled in it. An hour of

As though the river were a floor, we position our table and chairs upon it, eat, and have conversation. As it moves along, we

THINGS SHOULDN\'T BE SO HARD A life should leave deep tracks: ruts where she went out and back to get the mail or move the hose around the