Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say
My life is partly
clowww deee
with reflections of cold, steel gray
With an occasional punch
of glow, orange and bright
to make it through the day
A woman waits patiently by the river Her dogs sniff the ground nearby She watches feathers of white dip their heads Disappear, then reappear Beads shimmer and drip Beaks run through feathers like a comb The woman wishes and wants How can every movement be words of grace? Okay, heads dip, butts stick up, legs…
Okay, so I’ve been back home for awhile and so has Java, but I needed to spread out my vacation postings so as not to overwhelm you with one big, long post. Java survived her stay at the kennel, although she was pretty lethargic for a few days. She has snapped out of her doldrums…
Everything I start to write sounds so depressing. I’m happy on weekends, but weekdays I’m exhausted, burned out, and discouraged. I don’t want to drone on about that — something I need to figure out on my own. I’m just going to post a few photos that have been sitting around on my hard drive…
When I sat down Thursday morning for my first free breakfast at the Shattuck Hotel, my first thought was, “Oh, my goodness! There is a set of mini salt and pepper grinders at my table!” Doesn’t take a whole lot to amaze me. I ordered a goat cheese and asparagus omelet, which came with potato…
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…
(A poet, I am not. But a woman who likes to play with words, that I am.) I feel the mermaid in me reaching for liquid mystery When clear, It reveals tree stump minnow feed …
