Monthly Archives: November 2013

…. I fear I have lost my muchness, left my head and shed my salt to silver linings, spilled my self to some un -seasoned sky, imp -ossible things floating by and here I sit waiting for someone to .. … Continue reading →

… dragon trees honey bees ozone layer rainforests blue crabs privacy sanity hope time tide my p o e m .   … Written for Poetic Asides, Day 30.  

Don’t hate me. I’m in Lake Tahoe for Thanksgiving weekend. Thus, these: ….   Blue Friday …..Brave …the waves …..of crowds all you want, . …………………I’ll take ………………….the Lake. … Pining Away These trees know how to stop, collect the … Continue reading →

…… Murder on their mind, they con -gregate in darker corners, spread ebony wings over inky secrets. Beaks streaked in crimson, they caw to caverned sun, cast shadows on bleakest sky. What strange glossy grief gathers in frayed feather and … Continue reading →

…. One worm at a time. No canning, no storing. No twittery little cupboards filled to the brim. Why then do I scrounge like sea -gulls, searching empty shores for remnants that do not belong to me, screeching mine! and … Continue reading →

Where sin abounds, grace abounds more. – Romans 5:20 … They call us Sin City, but we know this is really just a desert shoreline where more broken shells collect than usual, waiting to be found and polished and restored … Continue reading →

…. Crack open its chest -choked cage. Engage its wings to beat in some brighter sky. Bold its bruises, hold them high and let the sun speak their stories. There is glory in this breaking, this aching, angled why.   … Continue reading →

free blank fill it as you like write your name or rename yourself, use it as a little shelf for smiles. it’s perfectly free, and as you can see, it   s   t   r    e   t    c   h   e   s     out … Continue reading →

(a cento) … I know a few things about ink and old salt. Always, and everything after the word …………presto changes things, yep. Wave, weave some magic, spell your name in the slant of sunlight on sea, the quiet whoosh … Continue reading →

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.    – Virginia Woolf … Ah, Anonymous. Thank you for Miss -behavin’, and makin’ history. Thank you for the mystery of phrase unfazed by name. Thank you for spilling your words and sharing … Continue reading →