Lainey S. CronkBlack and WhiteMorning eyes already dissatisfied with tug-o-war: mind gears’ lightly smoking roar v. stuffy slow-waking lean into a Tuesday, or, now…Sep 16Sep 16
Lainey S. CronkWhat ShapeWhat is this aroundness, this circle and its cousins, that keeps showing up in the places I struggle and bless: dome of sky, circumference…Jul 16Jul 16
Lainey S. CronkHearts over StoneIn a field of granite rising over a deep indigo lake, we met a panoply of old trees.Jun 24Jun 24
Lainey S. CronkSelf-portrait, with detailsI don’t know how long I hunkered beside a shrubby big-leaf maple on that mosquito-ridden slope before I noticed. An hour, perhaps, spent…Jun 18Jun 18
Lainey S. CronkThings to carry, willinglyToday on my fingertips, charcoal and wax: residue of four scribbled pages offered to the flames, their scratchy gymnastics on paper having…Jun 12Jun 12
Lainey S. CronkBlessingAn eight-foot length of bark leans just ajar of its redwood, catching light in that slight space:Jun 3Jun 3
Lainey S. CronkPieces of trees which have descended from trunks, variouslya whole top story tip-first into soil, carrying arms of madrone as a scattering of rose petals, still upright among the woods, but upside…Mar 24Mar 24
Lainey S. CronkSovereigndeep in the woods wide fluted edges of old stump serves as a throne on which rests the forest’s government: golden oak leaves, curls of…Dec 21, 2023Dec 21, 2023