a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts Continue reading Morning Meditation: A call unfamiliar
Creation’s ChaosVoices fall from the night sky, a chorale of invisible comets disguised as bone and wax,splashing over the landscape, hopeful as sleeping seeds windblown into creation’s chaos,searching eyes balanced between luck and inevitability. Nursing a tender center desperate for … Continue reading Creation’s Chaos
Shouldn’t it still be April? Lol, well it soon will be again. I have been meaning to post links to my recent publications as they occur but never did so here they are, if anyone is interested. Many thanks to … Continue reading It’s crazy how time flies
bathed in showers of sunlightpetals wave to me in silken exclamation pointssweetly pliantI bend and weave them together into a long line of hugsearth and sun warmedaround my necka feathery amulet against the world A little poem for the dVerse … Continue reading Daisy Chains
Crow and hawk wing by Harbinger and predator Squirrel barks a warning Continue reading Morning Meditation: Wildlife in the City
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
black hair wafting like mist smelling of peaches and lust and drunken pink play she pole vaults over the sun dreams fluffing in her eyes fingers trailing whispery puffs Goddess, music, shadow I pant like a dog for her water … Continue reading Waiting for Mother
“Thus the world grows rich, grows wild, and you too, grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you too were born to be.” —- from “The Other Kingdoms” by Mary Oliver Continue reading Kingdoms
Watercolors Our days and nights bleed togetherWatercolors on canvasHue and tint minglingOver hours, minutes, secondsOur passing bodies weave a patternOf do’s and don’tsOf when’s and what if’sWe linger in life’s paint strokesIts colors running faster and faster In response to … Continue reading Watercolors
After the Dance I smooth my dress Lathered in a stormy lie Washed in acrylic intent A waning wind tongues withered dreams Runs on fiddled feet Drives a purpled moon in a godless sky Continue reading After the Dance
