I am productive not overwhelmed I am even at times bored. I am okay but wonder is there more? I am steady climbing up, climbing down breathing sitting being sleeping It’s all new this space around, above, beneath between Yet– I know it all inside out I am memories sweeping by I am dreams filling … More Steady Swims
Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky; I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward It would be easy to slide towards the dark as it’s barely morn, but then, I envision you under the summer skies, holding your dream– the one we shared for what… a couple of years now. … More Apple & Tree
Tiny brown beads sizzle in my non-stick pan, slowly enlarging. I stick my nose closer to get a whiff of the mustard seeds I’m pickling for the first time…ever. Until this Monday eve, I’ve put pickling anything into the category of too difficult/advanced for the type of cook that I am. I tend to the … More Quality Time with my Apron
Year one: survival. Year two: comfort, security. Year three: change it all.
A morning solo, the wind my favorite partner– Monday morn defined.
Gears shift, up, down park, drive, neutral, drive, park apparitions coast over, under click, clack, squeal, click, clack and I I’m still here A lil’ new, a lil’ old, a lot whole no more parts surfing on wind-threads no more slices trampled at every turn no more edges scraping tin-walls no I I’m here.
Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine He squints, looking at the top, knows there’s only one way to get there Still, old memories haunt him, pinning him to the floor Can he take the same staircase, … More Ivory Glass