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Posted November 22, 2013
Just joined YICCA 2013, and joined the open contest there with this image. Would love to see you and get a nice little "like" from you @ http://yicca.org/en/opencontest/artwork/576/migration-map Thanks 8-)
Posted November 01, 2013
As the regrets accumulate, folded neatly in a trunk hidden somewhere in the attic, or stuffed recklessly in a drawer, she begins to wonder if it might be time to pack them in boxes and old grocery bags, to hand them over to strangers in need who might be looking for a used regret or two, maybe an extra sorrow for those cold nights when not even a lover can keep you warm. Shaking each one out, assessing the damage, recognizing every stain, every pulled thread, except for a few,...
Posted February 16, 2013
Before opening each box, we remove the cobwebs and insect carcasses. As we fold back the flaps, the smell of mildew fills the air. Reaching in, we remove one musty book after the other. Small strips of paper poke out here and there, marking pages where ideas lie dormant. Banished to the barn long ago, some books crack and fall apart upon being opened. Some stick together, protesting sharply when they are parted. Warped and yellowed with time, the books take him back, p...
It is my Choice
Posted September 01, 2012
The cracks are beginning to show the veneer is flaking the structure buckling I could resist perhaps repair camouflaging the damage I could make do look the other way pretend that nothing has changed It is my choice Tentatively I begin to pick away at a flaw gently scratching away the old Digging deeper, I feel something crumbling just under the surface there is movement Plunging my hands in deep debris falls away pushed aside, no longer useful It is my choic...
You Ever Have This Feeling?
Posted July 15, 2012
You ever have this feeling? Like you're doing something, maybe folding laundry, or speaking to someone on the phone, or preparing to go out for dinner, and suddenly you realize that this very moment will one day be a faded memory, and you see how every little thing you do is the creation of a memory, that a second after it has past, it's another page in your scrapbook? Have you ever been on vacation, snapping shots of everything in sight, already mourning the end of the trip, already...
Posted June 24, 2012
Soon Gentle friend You will know the secrets The earth keeps for us You will know what happens next, What all the fuss is about Soon Gentle friend You will fly soar above it all Unlace your shoes Leave their weight behind Soon Gentle friend you will enter our hearts Be everywhere at once Yet nowhere at all Effervescent as a butterfly Dedicated to Orit Have a safe trip my dear friend R.I.P June 28th, 2012
It's a Small World
Posted June 02, 2012
My world is small And shrinking Some days I am alone here Shadows for companions Some days it is so crowded I want to fly away My world is small But I’m expanding Some days I reach out, Take chances Some days I flinch back, Regressing My world is small It’s disappearing Some days I think we've gone sour, Bitter and blind Some days I'm filled with hope, Small, fragile and sweet My world is small And so is yours My world is small Come, help me save ...
WORDS IN MY HEAD (A poem)
Posted February 25, 2012
Words, The heart Of communicating, The glue that holds Us together. And yet ... How easy it is To misunderstand, To distort, To manipulate, To confuse, To use words Against one another. Do we hear? Do we listen? Are we heard? Words, Simple constructs, Lines and squiggles, Meaningless sounds given Weight. Every day we are inundated... Everyone competing To be heard, Crying for understanding, For attention, For compassion, For a moment Of y...
The Task (A poem)
Posted February 09, 2012
I run my fingers through her hair, soft and graying, so fragile to my touch, so precious. In my other hand, I hold the clippers. The dogs circle the table, looking nervous, wanting reassurance. Tilt your head forward, I say, and I begin the task I was asked here to do. Her hair falls away, like dry autumn leaves in their final gesture. It covers her shoulders, the table, the floor. There are small scars on her scalp, and areas where hair no longer grows. I can hear t...
Posted January 15, 2012
Bathed in darkness Struggling for clarity I can see nothing but shadows On top of shadows I hear a rustling An intimate shushing And I hold my breath Trying to pinpoint the sound Feeling an unfamiliar weight I tense my shoulder blades Feeling the muscles rippling Below the surface There is friction and pain My breath catches I am stretching Widening, opening ... just a crack Still half-blind I remain crouched Crouched and waiting For the right moment To spread ...
In The End
Posted December 30, 2011
When we arrive here, we arrive alone Alone in our wrappings Hair Skin Bones Nails Organs During our time here We gather objects and other trappings, Keepsakes Plants Pets Photo albums Letters We create bonds Held by nothing more than shared faith Lovers Friends Colleagues Teachers Parents And when we leave here, we take nothing We take nothing with us.
Posted December 25, 2011
Reading is such a beautiful thing. My mind is filled with words and images someone has offered to share with me in the form of a book, a poem, an article... and there is no reason to reject or accept... all thoughts are useful in some way, offer a lesson to be learned. What a privilege it is to read and understand. Sometimes it isn`t even a matter of understanding, but more a process of digestion... I don`t understand all of what I read right away... some of it will find it`s place later on. ...
I Know the Steps By Heart
Posted December 14, 2011
You come home with that black cloud over your head Oh, you know the one We both recognize it's particular shape, color and weight I feel it pulling at the edges of my own composure Even as I greet you with a smile I want to help, but all that comes out are platitudes, Sighs and the stench of despair You brush past me Box yourself in Staring into space, contemplating bleak thoughts That circle your head Like crows or maybe more like vultures I sit beside you, and take your hand ...
Life in a Pocket
Posted December 07, 2011
Little things I find in my pocket... A piece of red wool A twisted rubber band A crescent moon fingernail A small pale blue button A rusty bobby pin Little things I find in my pocket... Intimate clues Understated mementos Future archeological finds Prosaic debris Precious nothings Little reminders of the day, now spent (This image can also be viewed @ http://www.bluecanvas.com/art-detail/306608)
My Silver Heart
Posted November 28, 2011
I've been seeing a life coach... guiding me through the shifting sands that are my life. She is radiant. Blue eyes glowing from within... A lush smile that keeps you wanting more... She asked me the other day, what a good caregiver would be like; who my role-model is. I couldn't think of anyone. Someone who meets you where you need to be met, she prompted. Not a fusional love, nor an ego driven love, she suggested. I drew a blank. A couple of days later, I saw him in my mind's eye. My perfec...
A Farewell Poem
Posted November 08, 2011
This pale imitation Of what we had Leaves me Bereft As though from a distance I've watched the strings That once held us close Snap One by one We meant well We hoped for more But look at us now Mere puppets of who we were Dragging our strings behind us Like so much baggage A kind man told me, "Nothing lasts forever" Sending rivers streaming down my face But I know that he is right And so With this poem I bid you farewell dear friend I hope only the best for you.....
Posted October 29, 2011
There once lived a young, French, gypsy, peanut-butter-loving butterfly named jess (she never capitalized her name because she didn't believe in capitals). For some peculiar reason she often dreamed of caterpillars. Her passion in life was sun ray dances with the sparrows and bluebirds every second day. Her colors were splendid: Irredescent blue, calm yellow, springy green, atomic purple, blessed red and, of course, pinklavenderbabybluepeachburgundygoldsilver (gasp) and many colors you don't kno...
True Blue (A Poem For Rosie)
Posted October 28, 2011
Blue A twinkling sky I wrap around myself Blue A friend I can turn to Without question Blue An ocean Waves lapping Taking me in Blue Where I begin Where I end Where I soar (Written for Rosie and the Blue Lounge :) Thank you for your support.)
A Summer Night's Revery
Posted October 14, 2011
I sit very still In the dark Reliving each moment My neck, still moist My mouth, still tender How did I taste ? For me You were a heat sinking into me Your face Transformed by emotion Disarmed and disarming What was written on my face ? I sit very still In the dark Still reeling My heart racing My mind galloping Who was I waking ? Breathing in, I stand Unbuttoning my shirt Running my hands down my ribcage I climb into my solitude Feeling relief and disappo...
Posted October 05, 2011
When you invite Someone into your heart Allow them access to your core An emotional contract Is signed In blood and guts Anticipation and hope And in the moment That your lives converge Countless possible paths appear Before you And countless others disappear One choice Changes everything When you accept the gift of Someone’s love A flame that is sparked For you, only you This is an engagement A promise to cultivate That which you have chosen to reap And in...