The sun slinksup the back of dawn and slides down the spineof the horizon. Between these bookendswe summarize chapters missedand discuss drafts dreamed.Family, refamiliarizing.
poetry
the place
home is the place you feel you’ve always been ~ even when you return amidst the journey — where the hawks and sagebrush greet you with a wing and a waft ~ settling you into that singular serenity.
wool & willpower
Lights replace leaves strung between barren treesas the last November dayssubdue autumn’s color cascade.Wool and willpower mustered to bravethe hours between humble hearts and holidayed homes.Set free by the sunand sooner met by the moon,we sink into the symbols of winterspiced and glowing with gratitude.
tending
Seats unsat at a bar Friday-full ~ who sits, who stands settled by the tender’s cull.
a simpler social medium
Melodies drift over the road roaras a park triplet riffson infinity.Smiles crack each sullen face‘round the city Circle,decoded by the jam of a drum, sax, and bass ~smooth and abundant,the rhythm returnspedestrians toa simpler social medium.A jazz mob, self-assembled —traveling troops united to create a more perfect unionof the citied senses.
Impressioning
Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame andlight caught in fleeting whiteof their son’s bucket hat.The Riaux Valley reflectedin stunted strokes ~its stone bluesguarded by greenand ocher offsets. In The Olive Orchard, peasant skirts and tree trunksflow by the same curves ~legs and limbs aliveunder the heat of agray … Continue reading Impressioning
timing
How do you love in a present with no future? do you imagine a different future, or do you pretend you live in a different present?
look up
Gray clouds hover, sopping with nudges to bask in the sunlightin spite of the cold or in preparation for it.Lighter blues descendinto the horizon carrying white whisps as blankets for the early-setting sun.The moon waxes, its orbital gainsgrace uswith a daytime glow.Winter whispers its arrival.
women’s troubles
Rubbed wrong on city streets — damned to hobble on blistered heels. The bandage brigade soothes skin torn for Style’s sake.
missed
Both look back but neither stops nor speaks — a question misses its mark
Species of Value 