Posted in Poetry

In our midst

If ever the result 
of happiness returning
remains anything other than hope

the beautiful depths
of human illogic
has us trade places
with a suffering lover.

Posted in Poetry

Sole Witness

She lay face down
water lapped her skin
blue now from delphinium petals
laced around her sin

He parted the sea where she lay
traced his chin
coarse whiskers whispered
secrets she began

Their bodies rose
hovering the waves
lessons taught in verb usage
as their souls witnessed death

and of a life left obscure
while the grass grew around
two hearts as one
with a million eyes to watch

the atmospheric pressure
build bare hands to cover
private thoughts
and of heavens to come
Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Wabi-Sabi

I updated my site again. The second time this year. These new beginnings are another chance at survival. Embracing what I will become while accepting the current condition of my heart and soul.

I gently ease into this new idea of me. Playing around with logistics until it feels like home.

This is where I am. Wabi-Sabi. An imperfect ideal of being me.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry, Soul Journal

Abandoned Voices

Abandoned Voices #1
To taste the air.
To know the wind.
To watch a bird
take flight
and welcome home
freedom’s fight.

To touch the ground’s
growing heartbeat.
To know our day’s bleak
as we are weak
to ever soar above.

If we understood each waking hour, what sound emerges for us? What lays at the edge of every step we take? Is freedom ever found?

The glimmer of hope rings true until the descent brings one closer. So how does one revive the home fire when all the logs are burnt?

I hope to continue Abandoned Voices through a series of photos that capture thoughts and answer questions. This being the first photograph, edited.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

My heart is a corridor


I cannot seem to walk past a door
lonely, in the pursuit of time
the wind’s impatient brush with forever

we stood in the hollow
bodies carved from sharpened rock
and painted yellow
the dim-lighted blackened space

You obviously see me
spared the chance of fading out
the rain washes our conscience clean.

Posted in Poetry

she kept a vigil

The darkest sleep waits
while restless creeps
four walls of restraint

slowly dawn gathers
lost fortunes of judgment
her hands snuff the candles

in careless abandon
the coffin lid closes
settles her passions, unrobed.

Posted in Poetry, Quilting

handmade

Ohio Buckeye 4/2020 (my latest completed quilt, gifted)

there are no
cohesive thoughts left
to talk about, except

scrap fabric
sewn together
makes for a great quilt, so

we both indulge
the textured landscape
lips sewn tight

********************

The last quilt (see below) I completed before the Ohio Buckeye quilt (above) was for the Children’s Circle Preschool I worked at from 2004-2006. I miss the kiddos. They brought me such joy.

Reading Rug 2004 (the trees crinkle, like rustling leaves, when touched)

I hope to finish a few more quilts in my lifetime. They bring me pleasure to make and give away. To commemorate my Astralorp chicks arriving on June 1, I started a Chicken Collage quilt. The first block is done.

Chicken Collage block one
(finished date tbd)
Posted in Photography, Poetry

Far and Wide Her Wings Spread

Whispered Myth
Just below the surface lies
a weathered heart
shriveled from windscape
and bolting sun
harassed by a fury mind
full of horrid song.

Hear the chorus
beating the ceremony drum?
Notice the rustling grasses
break free from their dying arms?
Her nest, airborne
now drifting on the waves
of an endless tomorrow.

Where to land
where to roost
no lover to confess
her secrets saved
for stone arrest
in silent reverie.