Viewing the world through freshly laundered eyes, details previously obscured pop like sparklers in an inky sky, closer now and forever imprinted, Kodachrome moments tucked into my hippocampus, treasured as a newborn babe. Continue reading A Change of Scenery
On 13 Days of Rain Hush now, dog! There’s nuthin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky … Continue reading On 13 Days of Rain
This gold and green shield bug was crawling around on my Crossandra this morning. His under side was an iridescent gold which I tried to photograph but it just didn’t translate well. Plus, he seemed to sense I was getting … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Shield Bug
Little Fat contemplates his options. Continue reading Caturday
Cicadas’ calls rise and fall on the waves of late summer. I snip and neaten heat weary petals – wait for nature to change her clothes. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Late Summer
I’m excited to have three poems and three photographs in the new issue of Mojave Heart Review. The photos are of street art by Swoon (Caledonia Curry)that she installed here in New Orleans several years ago. I was inspired recently to write the poetry and put together the project after reading this interview. I’ve followed and admired Swoon’s art since seeing this street art and her Thalassa exhibit at New Orleans Museum of Art in 2011. Mojave Heart has done a beautiful presentation of the project with each poem and accompanying photo on its own page. I hope you’ll click over … Continue reading 3 Poems/Photos in Mojave Heart Review
It’s hot. The heat makes cats and humans want to be still. To stay home and lie in a cool, shady spot and daydream. Continue reading Caturday Daydreams
Little birds tussle under the magnolia, wings flashing like sparklers on the 4th of July. Is it love or war? Continue reading Morning Meditation: Avian Fireworks
Unexpected breeze in July, a scent of sea salt swirls, wind chimes tinkle and palm fronds rustle, garden dancing. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Breezy
he pushed his hand up my shirt as unexpectedly as heat lightning in an orange-pink twilight – turned an innocent moment sour, a tentative touch, terrifying **** The beginnings of something…..maybe. A moment goes by in a flash or expands … Continue reading A Fragment
