Daily Archives: April 22, 2015
. I am found in the desert place. Won’t you lie awhile with me, and pretend that sky is sea? .
(a found poem blown from Theodore Roethke’s ‘Words for the Wind’) . Bees and lilies there were; thought does not crush to stone. I hate my epidermal dress. …………..Kiss me, ashes, I’m falling through a dark swirl. (Slow swings the … Continue reading
.. (who laugh and cry)who dream,create and kill while the world moves;and every part stands still -E.E. Cummings . Leave it to the trees to ruffle through and tell me their truths. I have been lying here on these bright … Continue reading
.. Suni died a little over a week ago. That means there are only six Northern White Rhinos left. (The West African Black is already gone.) Unless Sudan, the last male, gets busy, this is one more piece of God’s … Continue reading
Giving where shelter and nature converge when colors meet inspiration: a day by the sea. (However you get here, fly.) Rock center. I have played taking for fall. Bite. We were a creek-kissed tree- dabbled slice of found objects and … Continue reading