sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…
“I believe that national sovereignties will shrink in the face of universal interdependence.” ~Jacques Yves Cousteau One of my friends recently got a flat and posted something on Facebook saying she needed to learn to change a tire. I responded by saying, “I can teach you. It’s easy.” A mutual friend said I needed to…
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky
vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum.  I saw it once, alone,…
“Your only true purpose is to love yourself and others through the ups and downs of their decisions and choices. Everything else is character development in life’s eternal play.” ~ Matt Kahn On the current leg of my journey, I am trying to just be aware of things and heed Matt’s wisdom. I’ve been noticing a…
Today’s random word, early, is from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. I had the good fortune of seeing Ben read in Seattle many years ago.  He was kind and generous and made a deep impression on me.  I befriended him on social media and we talked from time to time….