I haven't written in so long, but today I was prompted, perhaps by divine suggestion, to write. I found this poem in its raw form, hand...

"Emerson, I am trying to live,  as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was less in my head to examine....

....overhead, the Geese with their necks outstretched, Are straining toward some mysterious home. And i, here on the ground, fumbling to ...

"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only...

my father, circa 1968 Today I remember you. Or what there was of you. The same stories you told me about coming home from Nam to be ...

Below is a poem that is currently on SARK's call line. Read by her.  I call it when i need someone to tell me that I really matter. When...

The Secretary's Ascension The Secretary's Ascention I made this assemblage necklace with thoughts of my sweet mother...who...

I wrote this today...kind of formulated it in my mind as I vacuumed and actually had a moment to write it all down! (not easy with a six yea...

The boy at the far end of the train car kept looking behind him as if he were afraid or expecting someone St. Teresa and then she app...

Well, I am keeping my graphic design (almost but not quite yet) degree warm with a little practice, but this didn't quite come out the w...

I want to remember this day. I want to remember this bedhead in bright red with dark roots and makeupless face and wearing all of my spring ...

When I was 16, my mother presented me with this book. I was a young novice poet, writing and brooding about broken hearts and love and wo...

I bought this pin this morning. Wanted to let you know. It is a wishbone pin, Dad. I bought  it for myself because today is your birthd...

I created this from a scan of a favorite book cover of mine, and thought I'd add an equally favorite poem. I...

I found the leaves today, neatly pressed in pairs and threes between the pages of the dic tion ar y as I looked up Entrepreneur. I im...

They seem to appear from the canvas, with searching eyes, somehow manifesting from the drips and smears; a soul of their own doing. Brou...

Talisman of the Sea; amid the reports of bomb vests and shootings and those who are lost, you are here to remind me of the sound of th...

I try not to be a self absorbed blogger...but my attempt to connect; to relate with you, the reader, also helps me to connect with myself......

Yesterday, during an incredible thunderstorm, I was thinking about one of my favorite poems. Maybe because of the references to water... My...

I can't really remember if it was a sewing box or just a box but I was only 8 and that was a long time ago, but I recalled it, when cl...