Middle of Night
All those hours, maybe wasted Spent instead –Blackness or blankness– Sorting memory// Organizing me. Day 1, July, A River of Stones.
Culture. Angst. Love
All those hours, maybe wasted Spent instead –Blackness or blankness– Sorting memory// Organizing me. Day 1, July, A River of Stones.
I agreed with myself that I would write a small stone for Fiona and Kaspa on their wedding day, which was June 18. What with the whirlwhind of (fill in … Read More
I was thrilled that Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita selected one of my small stones to be published in their beautiful anthology… and here it is! pay attention: a river of … Read More
The Entire World – Small Stone You see “small”– But me, Mom, This Smoothie We Contain The Entire World
Betty cat sidles up Shoves her way in Lolls under my firm pressure Kneading my gut. Telling me with toenails uncut… Stop working, stop everything– Make more… Make more love.
Make the day pause, A top all done now the spinning: But not yet toppled. If (for just one day) I am the morning sun, Then You are the luscious … Read More
Beautiful Man in Black pea coat– Long strides– You are a Boy, only Just grown.
Tomorrow I start teaching again which would normally make me feel as though I am lost to free time for a few months. But, I love teaching. And I love … Read More
AROS #1 All the power of DAY– Light To discern and distinguish Light To construct the concrete world Compose ephemeral meaning, All pulsing In one Hair thin Filament.