There’s this thing inside me – Or, rather, a lack of this thing that should be inside me – that scares me in the early morning when I’m in that place between awake and asleep. It was (wasn’t) there this … Continue reading Later Days and Nights
The breeze off the river ruffles my hair, the sun shining on the water, diamonds with life-long intentions. I step with the crowd onto the dock – languages, scents, smiles intermingling as we move forward as one in a shared … Continue reading Riding the Ferry
Eyelids bluish-pink, delicate as angels lips, protect eyes weary of seeing too many broken things *** Art via Dailyart.com: Young Woman Sleeping, Rembrandt van Rij Continue reading When it’s too much
Inspired by Poets Sometimes I think I think too hard Too much Too long I get stuck inside My own head Where it’s often dark It’s crowded It’s unforgiving I want to be unstuck To look outside myself For possibilities … Continue reading Inspired by Poets
Brightly you shone in the crowd, yellow straw hat, gossamer scarf a floating flag in the breeze stating, “I am here!” Saxophone and guitar notes wrapped around your swaying body, arms reaching for sunshine in a sea of song, feet … Continue reading Requiem for a Dancer at Jazz Fest
The killer is an orca – her beauty is more than he can bear, the strength in her body breaching the ocean, puncturing the air in a smooth ballet. How the water glistens on the day and night of her … Continue reading Evening Song
It’s April and Winters icy fingers still clutch at bark and stem. It’s a push and pull between cool and warm, a daily battle. Tiny tendrils, with fierce determination, push toward the sun, a little taller every day. Nodes swell, … Continue reading Things are Starting to Grow
Darkness is swallowed – I lay my hand lightly, shadows flicker on his face, eyelashes splayed on his cheeks. Quietly, confusion rises milky as an autumn moon. Plain-spoken without a filter – Regret, ill-spent time, missed opportunity – Kindness is … Continue reading Bursting Ice
Clouds over head holding their breath, flocculent cheeks distended, rumbling a promise from deep within. We, bobbing on gently swelling waves, sun-warmed wood cooling slowly beneath us, oars beginning a tap-tap-tap warning against the boat. A world enclosed in suspended … Continue reading On the Lake
The sinewy arm of the river hugs the city, a lover grown older and wiser in the ways life. Visitors often choose the neon and flash of the streets, the furious noise of movement, vitality on steroids pumped up with … Continue reading River Mamma
