We start from a dark place before we are born, reach for the ambiguous lightness beyond as if we could see through the window into lighter places, through a cloudy film. It’s always there in winter, for some. A tiny glass basket pulls me back to childhood: its’ candy colors, stacks of rings like playground… Continue reading Memory
Category: poetry
Seen :: Frost Birds
did not have to go far today
to see a sudden burst of flight.
frost birds rise, startled,
in the dimming afternoon.
Most likely the day has arrived
I did not sleep last night before dawn I watched the changing light through bedroom curtains. From a cold dark gray, the soft folds of cloth grow lighter and lighter while my heart burns out. I stare at a single point of gold it’s the size of a pencil eraser in a field of gray… Continue reading Most likely the day has arrived
Luke’s Dream
I recently finished “Luke’s Dream.” My sister, Kat and her husband, Jerry, commissioned me to make a mixed media painting to remind them of their sweet rottweiler, Luke, and their sailboat, the Splendid Mane. It was really lovely to be able to deliver it to my sister in person and to see her reaction to it.
Seen:: Tiny Fisherwoman Casts Her Net
waiting like a fisher in a sea of air,
she casts her net, spinning silks
and delicate knots
Seen :: The Same Sun
washing the mountain dust from our bags,
I hang them to dry in the same sun that shines
on Mt. Shasta and on the Huichol village
Book of Fours by Joyce Ellen Davis
My friend and writer/poet/blogger/nature-lover/people-lover-especially-grandchildren-lover, Joyce Ellen Davis, has recently published her (at least) 3rd book of poetry, A Book of Fours. I love the cover, but I might be biased — it’s my artwork — :-} and after I read her poems (which I know I will love because I always do appreciate Joyce’s language… Continue reading Book of Fours by Joyce Ellen Davis
Calendar for October: happy birthday to my mom
even though i didn’t write this poem, it conveys what i feel in my heart: there are times in life when one does the right thing the thing one will not regret, when the child wakes crying “mama,” late as you are about to close your book and sleep and she will not be comforted… Continue reading Calendar for October: happy birthday to my mom