One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves. — Adrienne Rich Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Adrienne Rich
Green eyes in black fur peer down from the porch roof, a good place to doze in the gentle breeze and the lullaby of the burbling fountain. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.29.15: Cat on a Cool Wooden Roof
Two cloud-white buds have appeared on the ginger, tiny fingers pointing to the sky. The butterfly blossoms emerge slowly, a twin to the pungent flavor of the roots that melt over the tongue. ***** Read more Morning Meditations here. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.25.15: Ginger
Because it’s the day of the week we need it most. “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free” — Michelangelo Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Michelangelo
In rememberance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29. Never Forget. ***** Washed Away Every time I smell that scent it brings back those long summer days – and the winter ones too – when we all sat outside together smoking and talking, laughing at your stories, you were always the funny one quick with a joke and a smile, the glint of devilment in your soft brown eyes, … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 6
Photo by Geovanni Velasquez for NOLAFemmes In rememberance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29. Never forget. Sorrows and Secrets The sky hangs low bloated with water waiting to fall. It hovers like ambiguity. The river parts it’s waves as crow’s wings part the air, accepting sorrows and secrets nestled sweetly in its belly, lifted from the shoulders of the disheartened who spill uncertainty into her accepting oblivion. Gulls glide … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 4
