February 14
February 14 I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, … Continue reading February 14
February 14 I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, … Continue reading February 14
The last three books of poetry I’ve read couldn’t be more different. Two of them, “Milk and Honey” by Rupi Kaur and “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith, came to my attention on Twitter. Did you know there’s a vibrant poetry community on Twitter? Actually, there’s a vibrant writing community there. I’ve found some fantastic books, poetry, flash fiction, short stories, nonfiction, etc., there and, these days, it’s the only reason I’m still hanging in. The only reason. Anyway, I digress. The third book, “From Every Moment a Second” by Robert Okaji, came to my attention from Robert himself. I read … Continue reading 3 Books, 3 Poets
Chromophore Dear one, its a still humid night my hair clings to the back of my neck until an errant breeze momentarily cools my skin and I think of you propped in your netted bed, your carmine-tipped hands fluttering over a canvas or penning a letter of love to your man with green-gold eyes. Your pitted, scarred body wrought with pain but you offered yourself fully, unselfconciously and he saw only the strong woman you are, the steel that encases your moist beating heart that is his. Despite the ache of bone and muscle, your spirit moves light, color, space. … Continue reading Napowrimo 16/30: Chromophore
Stir the Roux When we’ve finished, I’ll turn off the quiet with the music of pot and spoon, metal on metal as flesh on flesh. Stir the roux. Whole peppers, onions, celery stalks I’ll chop into bits of Holy Trinity, the colors of contentment. Stir the Roux. You will be in that space between awareness and drift, the salt of your sweat settling into your skin. Stir the roux. As the gumbo simmers, we’ll watch the earth absorb the sun and the stars will mirror our eyes. Stir the roux. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a poem using repetition. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 8/30: Stir the Roux
I took this photo yesterday for the Photoblog 365 project I’m involved in on Instagram. The subject was “affection”. Sammy is probably the most affectionate dog I’ve ever had. He’s always by my side and is liberal with little doggie kisses. He’s a vocal protector of his mamma and his territory. Sometimes the barking gets on my last nerve but how can I chastise a face like that? I’m chahanola on Instagram. Continue reading Friday Pet Blogging: Sammy Big Eyes
He Was So Beautiful (After Alice Paalen) He was so beautiful every day his smooth brown face his hair cropped close silver and coal stolen from narrowed eyes from looks of scorn amid the cypress he walked next to water the egrets nest hidden secrets are beautiful between four lips three black words on a crumpled white page in a pocket in a drawer so many wings unable to fly Continue reading He Was So Beautiful
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” ― Rumi Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Rumi
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Marty McConnell
“You will learn a lot about yourself if you stretch in the direction of goodness, of bigness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of emotional bravery. Be a warrior for love.” ― Cheryl Strayed, “Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar”* *One of the best books I’ve ever read. Ever. Continue reading A Warrior for Love
This heart holds an old ache, a sliver of half-forgotten love, not to be shared but kept close to the bone. Continue reading (Almost) Midnight Meditation