Each night I set my boats to sea
and leave them to their bawdy business.
Whether they drift off
maddened, moon-rinsed,
or dock in the morning
scuffed and chastened—
is simply how it is, and I gather them in.
~ from “Describe Yourself in Three Words or Less” by Rita Dove
(this poem and eleven others here)
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…
Not so pretty Supple and lithe A boney bump And scar Horse accidents Gardening Snow shoveling Music These hands haveEarned their keep They loveMugs of hot coffeeCold bottles of beerAnd digging in the dirt Oh, the friends they’ve made!These hands of mine Rubber grips for opening stubborn jars And magnetic necklace clasps But they continue to…
“He has good feet,”
I’ve been told more than once.
“No hoof. No horse.”
so thank goodness.
A white hoof is a bad hoof
but that’s just a myth…
I bet that title got your attention. I was just thinking that in my dream job, I would get to use my imagination and creativity to come up with ideas and collaborate with a team to go from ideas to action and finally, to mind-blowing, curtain-opening… something! Something would be published, displayed in a gallery,…
I titled this post like I KNOW what to do on a high pain day. What I know is what to TRY: Pain killers of various forms (this always feels like desperation, which is why I only used five of the eight pain pills I was prescribed during the first couple weeks after my injury)…
Opening up to life Planting seeds It ain’t pretty yet But it will be! Facebook Twitter Pinterest
