Oh, to learn to holda dandelion seedin the palm of the hand outstretched in whitewhere softened cracks and creases touch and kiss and miss watch white, delicate fluffdance with breeze and breathbrushing past and over to the edge of skinteasing gain and loss tickling what could be fingers cage it incrags and cuts that trapsticking … More To learn to hold
In honor of Juneteenth, let’s listen and learn. Fill in the gaps of history, not to get weighed down by grief and guilt, but to create bubbles of “a-has” that (en)lighten our load so we can move with each other more freely…honestly…and with the love and grace and forgiveness shown to us by the Maker … More Juneteenth – let’s all rise together
I realized today that I haven’t blogged in about four weeks. Not that anyone is counting…even me, until today. I had a goal to blog every other week just to keep writing (a blog isn’t a blog without at least a touch of ego) and maybe provide something that might spark interest in at least … More You eat yours, I’ll eat mine: a haiku for quiet self-indulgence
It’s Good Friday…the day Christ gave His all…the day the Father turned from His only begotten Son because of the unholiness of the sin of the world covering Him…the day Jesus, the Christ, the only Son of God, fulfilled all He came to do and said, “It is finished.” It is a sad day…and yet, … More Good Friday: who dieth thus dies well
A crust had formed upon the snowA weighty blanket pressing downWhile soil and roots cradle deepAround the shell in which you sleep It made you seem much further stillAs I mused and mourned a whileThe joy of you would warm the dayWhether frigid air – or hearts – dismay Green and red push through the … More Reflection from a graveside in winter
The lyrics below are a draft of a ballad in my novel in progress (working title, “The Cindering,”…although I’m less in love with that title now that the story has further developed. Some principle characters and a locations are provided in the text, as well as a propellant for the plot (no, it’s not a … More The Ballad of Bellaic (or, “Song of Ash and Pain”)
My pen got caught on the memory of an and and I wasn’t ready his name and… and youand a calendarand a laughand a kissand a praiseand a blessingand a memoryand a hope the and of you hung at the tip of the pen but the and floated up and a sigh and the pen … More And
We like it up hereWhere light touches moreAnd cool breezes play I see you up hereAnd you see me, tooWhat more can I say Let’s pray and let’s pleaThat your feet and mineKeep dancing on top It’s tricky enoughThis tree-top two-stepShuffle, pivot, hop Oh, soft tickling leavesResist soaking rainsAnd strong winds that blow Our toes … More Canopy
A man who held the Keys to HeavenReleased the lock in proclamationThat, when in full communion cry,“Holy, Holy, to God on high!”How near we are to souls we lost,Who sing among the heavenly host. With mourning gates now open wide,My tears ran free to silence pride.No finger brushed the tears aside.No mother’s gentle voice to … More Forget you not: or, Loss in the COVID spring
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a poem. This is for my Ladybug. It’s fitting that the inaugural poem for this blog is dedicated to the one who inspires my every day. Do you remember the tapping and leaping and a whirling lilt spun by a driving bodhran? Or shadows of Dolores cooling … More Remember when our hearts soared above cliffs and towers?
a tilting of air 