Words As Play
No, this is not a post about religion. This is a post about WORDS. I have a box in my studio where I collect found objects that one day may […]
2013
All Nature?
You know people live there: but they’re not visible a bar sign blinks open soiled lacy curtains droop in a cafe’ window & melancholy burns up from the asphalt
Coming Home, The Let Down
Wendell Berry, noted Kentucky author and poet, has made the observation that after a long plane trip, he allows three days for his soul to catch up with his
Walking Home
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping
Delicious Autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns. -George Eliot The colors
In Adoration of Art
“Sirens of Rutino” by Adrian Arleo I’m at the halfway point of my month-long stay on Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. The landscape is stunning and ever-changing and the
I am a Dweller on the Threshold
It has taken four days to settle, to draw inward for a month-long stay at Ghost Ranch, New Mexico to compose stories…write this life….and it has taken four whole days, just
The Girls of 1019 S. Main Street Have Turned 60
RANDOM NOTES ON A COLLEGE GIRL’S REUNION How I met Suse for the first time: We were sitting on the floor of the dorm room, playing guitar. I turned to Suse
No One Thing (a poem)
No One Thing I am searching for no one thing Nothing. Not the next best thing Not the last great place. Oh, I peruse around for the best chocolate