A Love Note from Above
Someone left the hatch open in the firmament so I stood waiting for the gumdrops. Everything that is going on now has been carried out…more of us are more consciously aware of it now and see rainbows and gumdrops.
Category Archives: Color
Summer is Watermelon Season
Have I told you about my summer home? I’m dreaming of it and it looks something like this. Minimalist living is a given when in a straw-hat most of the day. Shoes not permitted and certainly no clutter. Not that … Continue reading
Spritely at Sundown
We found a couple of subjects today worthy of a snapshot…one winged feather and one tail feather. What luck! Our daily strolls on the hunt for black walnuts and apples from nearby plots has now morphed into a keen eye … Continue reading
Things You Can’t Un-know
Things You Can’t Un-know While I tend to acquire the smell of the Aegean right about now…I’m not getting a whiff of it these days. Instead, I’m materializing an elongated S-shaped basin of an Ocean because from what I know … Continue reading
A Cause Célèbre
These days our windows look as if someone flicked her wrist with a few broad strokes of a chartreuse-tipped paint brush. It’s a heavily wooded view masterly leafing out right about now as the soft pastels of spring emerge overhead. … Continue reading
Merry and Wonky
This string of jolly letters once strung, helps me feel settled during this interlude. Despite the E and R (and perhaps the C next) that are hanging by a thread and even though I am feeling as wonky as they … Continue reading
Abandoned
And so crumpled mornings eventually spiral into stray afternoons. I find myself deep into my latest project, seduced by the temptation to think the worst of people lately, I start to scrub the surface layered with almost fifty years of … Continue reading
Unfinished
“Hi, I was told to hang up and call 911, now please don’t send the brigade with their hatchets, but my wall mounted oven won’t turn off and it’s hardwired can you just send a couple of guys?” I may … Continue reading
“Ena,”
little bear requests with her woeful look and her index finger pointing up. She has it down alright. Her averted and sorrowful eyes, head tilted to one side and her usual cheery brim turned upside down to almost a pout. … Continue reading
Welcome to My Crib
Baby girl’s eyes are too big for her face and the world and I can’t wait for sleep to find her to kiss those shut black and long lashed eyelids. Every single night I pray and every single night I … Continue reading
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