Cord Fluidity

Cord Fluidity

Most often, I find truths about myself not with someone else, but in the moments alone;   seeing a curve of water, knowing no one else will ever see that same drop of water in the same spot again.       Truth is hard to capture, to hold; like a captive firefly buzzing around… Read more

Love to the Sky….written at 5

Love to the Sky….written at 5

When the skies, one at a time, kiss each other, then the fairies come to kiss my cheeks. I feel like a star in the light of evening. When is it my turn to be in the sun? When can I fly through the moon with fairy wings?. Blossoming from a flower, growing from a… Read more

Ode to Pony

Ode to Pony

Little brown horse made of stuffing and fur. Black button eyes and hair once soft. Beat by the waves, caressed by the seas. On the bank he waits for girls with child eyes and chubby grasping hands. She finds him on a beach where he lay and he became, Pony. Loving, friendly, honest companion, wild… Read more

Silhouettes

Silhouettes

They tell me I’m not the first to fall. Crossing through the cobwebs. The laughter and half –moon nights, the smell of oregano and taste of silence fall around me, memories shattering over my head.   Simple silhouettes of two people in the long grass. Piano notes that fall like stars, sidewalks of conversation pouring… Read more

Dear Mama

Dear Mama

I could write a book,  but you don’t need another book to read.  I could write you a song but there is no more beautiful a sound than that of a bird song and rain.  I could buy you a present, but things are just that. Every Holiday I write you words upon words in… Read more

Skylar Says

Skylar Says

Skylar says that all light is the same But color is light and colors are different waves. So why can’t What we consider non colored light be different? What about the clear light on cold day days when the sky is electric blue and the grass stand on end as if by static? And then… Read more

Words…for Pete

Words…for Pete

  Words are intoxicating. They make a safe cobblestone street that keeps my feet dry. Safe. They allow me to justify my thoughts, to let the feelings mellow out into words. I write story form with such short lines. My words power up and stand there on my page in their loopy, speckly, lined-up way.… Read more