once
the scent of amber
rose petals sprinkled on your chest
and beyond
heartsong offered
with daily gifts of poetry
or love stirred into two cups
with one spoon
once you sang to me
and i quivered
once
Song by Kymberlee della Luce That’s me reading this fabulous poem by Shelley. I do not have good sound recording equipment but I wanted to share this anyway. I recorded it for my friend, Duke, who shares my love of poets from antiquity. I love to read poetry aloud for my friends but I don’t…
The search for knowledge ends when the self is no longer afraid to feel. ~Matt Kahn Today, my daughter Gigi brought this perfectly ripe strawberry to me from the garden. She had taken a bite of it and came to share it with me. She said, “Mom! You have to taste this. It’s the most…
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.
He found this tiny black feather and gave it to me. He said he thought it was a crow feather and told me not to cast a spell with it. Ha! I told him that even if I did cast a spell, it would be good magic, it would be in service to love and…
Someone recently asked me for tips on being a good writer. I thought about it and realize that it really applies to everything in life. This is all pretty obvious, I suppose, but it’s what I’ve learned the hard way. It’s advice I would give anyone at any stage of life: Find yourself. Get a…
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.