Wednesday, April 2, 2014


never ignore an opportunity
to turn your face
up to the sun and smile

Friday, March 21, 2014



“Courage isn't having the strength to go on - it is going on when you don't have strength.” ~ Napoleon

Tuesday, March 11, 2014



"Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all." - Aristotle

Friday, March 7, 2014



"You get the love that you allow."  - Don Henley

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Zzzzzzzzzz...

green shoots
   slumbering
beneath white snow
   dreaming
a kaleidoscope
   of spring

Sunday, December 22, 2013

snowman down....

rain plopped
all the pretty
snow into puddles
 
In a precipitation war, the snowmen always suffer most
  

 
 

Monday, December 9, 2013

friendly....


sinking in --
warm and soft
filling voids
previously unprodded

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

tis the season....


I enjoy gawking at christmas lights.

I figure if they don't want me to press my nose to the window --their bushes would be spikier...



Thursday, November 21, 2013

fizz, fizz....


When I visualize energy filling me up, up, up -- I try to get it to build to the point where it feels like I'm shooting golden rays of joy out of my fingertips.
 
[unless I'm feeling evil-ish -- then I go for trying to get lasers to shoot out of my eyes]

Friday, November 8, 2013

To sleep, perchance to dream...


Last night I dreamed I was a sword swallower moonlighting as an origami instructor. Funny thing is I woke up with a terrible sore throat and a pillow shaped like a swan....

Thursday, October 17, 2013

acrobat...

lust to love
  tumbling point
    right on the tip
           of his tongue


Monday, October 14, 2013

             
                LOVE
                  is a necessary
              building block of life
I wonder why it's not on the periodic table?

Monday, September 30, 2013

bright side....

still standing
in the silver lining

[it's shiny in here]

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

since we spoke....


are you finally footloose
and feline free
out of the fish bowl,
behind solid walls where
you can hang your guitars? 

guitars you stroke, caressing
their satiny curves
letting the bitterness seep
out of your joints , wearing that guitarist
 it hurts so good expression
to wring the most from the contact 

the contact that makes us human
re-enforces the certainty that there’s something
bigger; something
to hang on to 

I hope you’ve found that something
in a space molded around you
that’s just for you 

was a shock for me when
my space  evaporated  

when I got unstrung
fell off the edge –
of that looming precipice
that had been hovering over my head 

hanging on by fingertips now,
jammed up inside a too small space
back kinked, heart pinched
so very tired and
no place to stretch out  

packed away--
unhung, unsung
forgotten inside a closed case

no fingers to play me
no hands to caress my satiny curves
no essential contact to vibrate the log jam of pain,
loosen it, let it flow out, low, long and moaning
into the music of the night
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

    
           try not to distract me
I'm busy believing in gravity....



Friday, April 19, 2013


breathe deeply, exhale slowly
       make room for joy

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

demons...........

 
he feeds his demons well
alone in the dark
preparing for war
says he craves peace
but finds battles in
every encounter
warring the world
a world he created
black upon black
alone in the dark
he feeds his demons well
 
 
 
 

Monday, April 8, 2013

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Drenched........


summer walk
stolen from a
travel day 

bench under
a leafy canopy
not quite enough
umbrella to  shelter
us from a
sudden downpour 

your plaintive cry of
“I’m getting wet…”
precipitating
a  squelching dash inside 

walking yesterday
I passed the spot,
remembering
how you fussed about
your hair
your shoes
your clothes 

patted  the tree that
had offered shelter
smiled and wondered
if etched in its bark, its limbs,
its rings of counting time 

there would be
a blip of memory of the day
two people took shelter
and he was such a girl
 
 
 

Monday, March 18, 2013

unhooked.....


a flame burned
out, not through
 
grooves of entrenchment
dug, then left behind 

like lines
etched onto glass 

cool to the touch
but still rough