Author Archives: Francesca Preston

Share By guest blogger Francesca Preston I’ve been thinking about smallness lately, and portability. This is a photo of me at 23 (ten years ago!) floating down a river in a basket in India. I had finished college and had … Continue reading →

Share By guest blogger Francesca Preston FAMILY MEETING 6 P.M. Sunday Jan 9, 1983 Compliments: F – to Maggie on saying Thank You at B’day. S – to Francesca on sandcastles S – to Maggie on being a water lover … Continue reading →

Share by guest blogger Francesca Preston one pencil draws a line 35 miles long so that means yesterday we used up one and a half pencils getting to our new home (apologies that there wasn’t enough pencil to write a … Continue reading →

Share By guest blogger, Francesca Preston This tarped house has been under renovation for months now. People (neighbors particularly) keep asking when it’s going to be done. I shrug, and smile protectively. “It’s never going to be done,”I sometimes say. “It’s a … Continue reading →

Share By guest blogger Francesca Preston Dawn is complicated. For long I avoid its charms, but like a snake beckoning, the arm of the sun asks for me back – come, come, wake up. This photo was taken years ago in … Continue reading →

Share By guest blogger Francesca Preston Today I am trying to be a sensing beast. Next to me a watering can seems to be saying, “Stop. Be quiet.” Hundreds of coins in a fountain hold their secrets close. Dandelions have … Continue reading →

Share By guest blogger, Francesca Preston Having a bad cold can be a pretty indulgent thing. Even though I’m wasting away on udon noodles and chicken broth, I get to watch terrible movies from my childhood, read books that I’ve … Continue reading →

Share By Francesca Preston, Guest Blogger For Halloween I was Morphea, the female version of Morpheus: attributed to be God of Dreams, she who literally forms the shapes in which you dream at night. I wore black, with hawk feathers … Continue reading →

Share By Francesca Preston, our guest blogger Night-fall, night-jar, night-mare. I’ve just been reading the dictionary, something I often do when feeling lost. The book is split open into night’s territory, where I was hoping to find a word incandescent … Continue reading →