I have a post on Vision and Verb today that I hope you’ll check out. Both posts are about a photography field trip but with different lines of contemplation. So if you go there, please do come back here to get the full effect of my internal and external meanderings. Last Saturday, Steve and I…
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
(My beautiful sister and I) I Gotta Be Me I put one foot out As if to step forward Holding out One treasured Piece of self In cupped hands I pray for Sweet welcome Another feather In my boa The other foot Lifts Stands in transition One more Gift pulled From my basket Another day …
As I recovered at a snail-pace from a cold last week, I did a lot of reading. There wasn’t much else I could do. Internally though, I felt like a hive of bees. When the end of my life does come, I should have a gravestone that includes a To Do list: Ask for wings …
I am over on Vision and Verb today, spouting my warped version of poetry. And as an added bonus here, I thought I’d share the music video I ran across at Terri Windling’s blog the Drawing Board. Very cool artistic work on the video…
I’m appearing on Vision and Verb today so please stop on by. p.s. I spoke with the Luke’s vet yesterday and described how Luke was doing. I was a bit concerned that his breathing might not have been normal at the end of our ride on Sunday, but I wasn’t sure because I didn’t pay…
