drum circle (seasons)
leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring
phoenix street
phoenix street
wrote it now own the words “stinging nettles” popcorn, chips no escape writhing grapes glowing flames pardon me hold on wash away this grin funny spill easy swipe to wipe pain away hoping still you catch a wave to ride reach high brave sky then crash… burn hotter smoke longer grow stronger pardon me i…
Wasting time or time wasting away…
i will be game… and play so thank you to Philosophy Through Photography Life is a series of riddles i propose to catch the color sphere children born of wild dreams this wasting time or is time wasting me away -again… (jeanne 9/19/2018) Lightning crashes a new mother cries Her placenta falls to the floor…
personal musings unleashed…
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…
out the window
some days my son is so much like his father i want to jump out the window i can leave the man but i cannot abandon the boy some days being a mom is so painful so challenging that i catch myself wishing i’d made different choices fantasizing about a life … — Finish the…
just
i will stand on my own before i jump in and swim with the crowd convictions
this is my opinion…
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…
personal musings unleashed…
i am contemplating buying a typewriter. why? glad you asked! i am starting to think i spend too much time here… in WP Land. and not enough time producing my chapbooks for family and friends. my time spent here also leaves me little time to work on quilts, paintings, my promise garden or finding a…
From then… until now.
walls inside keep spores from spawning outside decaying rotting… yawning, i shroom days on end holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to crumble i fall crawl to the screen make my way through relentlessly waiting for the end my friend
