Monthly Archives: January 2014

.. Jan. 30 They get in your shoe, roll under your skin, nagging little pebbles knocking a -round and waiting to be spread over garden. Smooth their edges in ink, unsharp -en some shard with pink eraser dust and blow … Continue reading →

  …. is there anything sweeter than my own swirl of cotton candy sky? …. #smallstone    

(for Lee) .. Write away, Love. …….Drink deep now, and slay your dragons with a pen. …..Bold and broken, you are mighty. Hold tight …………to hope, pressed full ..to page. Someday, ……………..we’ll love the world again.     … .. … Continue reading →

. Don’t mind us. We’re just sitting here listening to the sound of broken wings and the murmur -ation of star -lings. . Mama Zen over at Toads bids us to write a “Twitter poem” (140 characters or less.) Come … Continue reading →

… Hold her when the wind blows and the pull of blue is loud and strong and full of liquid truth. Spin her a web of silken song, play its strands for a lonely moon waiting. Ask her why she … Continue reading →

.. my writing chair is too hard today and my tired fingers don’t want to play and there’s too much to do and too little time and there’s not enough room for these words to shine and dull stones make … Continue reading →

. She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs with no fear of the future. – Proverbs 31:25 .. Give her a sari, swathe her in pearls or lace or silk. Embrace her in burlap or a satin … Continue reading →

…. Jan. 26 Apparently, there is some sort of tennis match happening between the birds in the back yard.   . Jan. 27 He snaps at me, meeeow-aps at me, stalks grumpily from the room, his tail a fuzzy black … Continue reading →

… She plans to write, even as she stands in strands of ruined time, juggling country, state, desire to facilitate hope, sustain grace. She’ll embrace this moment after a page or two, some aspect of ask, some semblance of ink … Continue reading →

  … leaf shadows dance on this sun -spilled wall, ruffled by the unseen. one hungry robin sits above it all, crimson breast swollen with morning.   … #smallstones