THE BLUE CANVAS
I remember a lot and forget everything Remember again and sieve through the necessary. Decades of gathering life in my cells in my body, my brain, heaps of stories real and made up. What is made up...
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The path home is so unlike the path through the trees and ferns, the intense voice of green calling up all and every bit of lush and bloom. Up and out for Spring’s few weeks of rising in her Northern...
View Articleit’s every other days these days..
Setting sun on a Blue Moon rising It’s every other day these days when days blend into each other in the other way the mind plays out the way of the dance of age as it weaves a little faster, a little...
View ArticleThe Midnight Sea Sees
Midnight lays over the wide sea All is vast in the deep of night A surround of above and below The Milky Way glimmers it’s light A quiet unlike any is known Barely a breeze lifts the sails The is...
View ArticleHoughton, Michigan… souvenir… haibun
Enjoying a day of garage sale-ing about town a couple of weeks ago; I filed through this box of old postcards and misc. ephemera. I found this (1903) leather, wood-burned and painted ‘postcard’...
View ArticleOld Journals and the-way-back-then in the Now
I remember the decades ago of writing every bit of angst that drooled out of me, in journals that I have long since lost. There is a part of me that would like to see what held me to all that youthful...
View ArticleBeach Ball and Peter Pan. a memoir
day 7… napowrimo It was a push, tumble, roll hitting the curb hard in the tackle of her silence and misunderstanding under the summer sun of giggles, hopscotch and dolls of that beach ball’s skip...
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day 25… napowrimo Shared history in a chemistry of long ago Decades have passed mostly whispered by With scattered temptations and other yearnings In flash mob moments caught in an exuberant push for...
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