The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
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An Unhaunted House
Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.
Not So Macabre Afternoon
Despite the enthusiasm for Halloween horror or kitsch by my youngest Halloween enthusiast, we kept our surfaces simple and bright. Our sugar pumpkins will most likely stick around for some time until I’m pressured to swarm the nest with Christmas … Continue reading
Not Thinking Today, Just Feeling
When I see you, all I wanted to say vanishes. The time is so precious and words are extraneous…you come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. … Continue reading
A Touch of Rose
Pourquoi non? Although I’m not skilled in the least with anything to do with makeup, I do on occasion add a touch of rose, a wee bit of an enhancement. Anything I do apply blends into my skin within a … Continue reading
Grey Morning Skies
Grey morning skies and the clouds are simpering. Stay with the spirit rightly found, into the day and the clatter of the war we wage abound. For when night falls, a kingdom awakens. Fall into the night sky with spirit … Continue reading
Don’t Make Them So Hard,
Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading
Take Time to Sit with Me
Side by side with me until our midriff clenches no more, until I feel the agua frescas like a waterfall, whilst the last drop was some time ago. Heels dig into moody and lyrical lure, and yet without paper to … Continue reading
Someone to Tend. Part 2
We surfaced on this mellifluously abundant planet of everything imaginable and instantly we embrace the idea of scarcity. I can’t blame us wholeheartedly as deception is quite astute and personal accountability and choice are striped from us since our arrival … Continue reading
Someone to Tend. Part 1.
When you don’t bow, you exist, you, we, you, history.” – Yianni Ristos Something happens out here in the wilderness. An eternal commitment that cherishes the graciousness within. It’s no wonder that here I stand bare toes on terra, unfettered … Continue reading
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