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
Lainey S. CronkUniverseIt’s a 62-degree drop from blue tarp hot tub to stone patio, moon near full, owl now silent, to put another stick on the small fireDec 13, 2023Dec 13, 2023
Lainey S. CronkMerry Go: StopRhythms seeks — circling a selected rest — a study:Nov 10, 2023Nov 10, 2023