Sep 29 2011


A good deal of the time, I am all over the place, at least inside my head. There is a ticker-tape list of things to be done always circling through my mind. As soon as one thing gets checked off, another takes its place. And then another, and then three more.

Most of the time, that’s where I keep it all, right up there in my head where I can see it, even when I close my eyes.

Some days, though, it all starts to spin out of control, going so fast that I can no longer read the words. Vowels and consonants start to fly out at me in bits and pieces, I will catch a phrase or two if I’m lucky, but for the most part, life is a blur.

I keep going because I must, but I am just feeling my way along, arms stretched out before me, fingers searching. I have lost my insight.

Lost the voice that tells me to take a break and sit in my garden. Or the one that says, “Just breathe.” Or the one that whispers bits of wisdom in my ear.

Sometimes, life is like that. Oh, I wish it were not, but the simple truth of it is that no one ever said it would always be easy. We get spoiled by our own assumptions. We see other people who look like they have it so much better than we do. So much easier.

But if we are paying attention, and sometimes, even if we are not, we will stumble across something that will make us understand that through it all, there is life. That most precious of gifts. The cycles that drag us down can also be the light that lifts us up. Life is always going on.

Leaves sprout, flowers blossom, seeds form and then scatter.

But when that happens, new life begins to grow.

Maybe being scattered isn’t so bad, after all.




Sep 27 2011


so much resistance

always pressing up
against a sky
that refuses

to show us who we are

colorblind we rage

at impossible sunsets
and mercurial momentum

as inertia
holds us steady

in the knowledge
that a shadow
is incapable

of lies



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Sep 24 2011

oh, i get by

with a little help from my friends….

Not much time for writing this past week or so, my graphics work has been extremely busy, which is a good thing and I am grateful.

But today you can find out a little bit more about me over at Marcie Scudder’s place…

Image by Marcie Scudder

Marcie is one of those people who is good at everything, a real renaissance woman. Her photography amazes me every time I visit her site, and she is an absolute master at choosing titles for them!

Like me, she shares a desire to live in the moment and seek out the beauty in the everyday. Her nature photography is so unique and sublime, I am sure she must have infinite amounts of patience!

I am honored to be featured in an interview today on
her blog:

Would so love it if you stopped over to say hello!

Sep 22 2011

synapse no. 18



it’s simply better

not to ask.


Sep 20 2011

hearts all aflutter

they go into town every sunday
for breakfast

choosing one of two places at whim
leaning back into old familiars
smiling at neighbors old as family

he always orders bacon, she likes rye

their two hearts
have run the gauntlet
of this life this love this ritual
and survived

she makes him tea every day at 4:00
he still trusts perfect strangers

they have this land, ten thousand sunsets

and one perfect smile

between them



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Sep 17 2011

swamp things


more wrong than scary

more stupid than wrong

more sad than stupid.


Sep 15 2011

pockets of time

we live our life in these little pockets, sets of hours when time seems to stop, or slow down long enough to let us take notice.

stolen hours, a bath, a book, a warm, late summer afternoon, the only sound is the constant whirring of grasshopper’s wings outside my window.

this was not the day i had planned, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. this was supposed to be a crazy busy catching up on work sort of day, that is what it needed to be, that is how i had expected it to be.

a migraine stopped that day in its tracks, and despite my best efforts to fight it, demanded that i give in to the horizontal.

and now it feels like i’m hiding out from the world, here on the couch, curled up in a ball with ice on my neck and nothing to do but lie here. well, actually, there’s plenty that needs doing, and my to-do list keeps popping its head around the corner just to make sure i have not forgotten that it exists.

i wave to it weakly, attempt a smile, but really, we both know there is nothing to be done. nothing that can be done until this vice lets loose its grip on my skull, this nausea passes, this fourth dimension recedes back into its proper place.

i cannot find my mind inside the pain, they have joined together to become one and the same. it’s like being held hostage by your own body.

this isn’t where i want to be, but this is where i am.

if it didn’t hurt so much, i would enjoy these imposed bits of quiet. but then again, if it didn’t hurt so much, i would never take them.

it feels like the world has stopped turning. of course, i know it hasn’t. that everywhere but here, inside my pounding head, the world goes on about its business, carries on just the way it always has, the way it always will.

but for now, i must lie here,




Sep 13 2011


we think we can change
who we are
alter the course
of our own
blank history
rise above
the track
we are on
split hairs
make deals
walk through
the end
to new
with each step
we start again
but this
without corners
holds us in
keeps us out
always falling
of center



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Sep 11 2011

nine eleven

ten years later
that’s what we call it

not nine eleven oh one
not September, 11, 2001
nine eleven

two words

three digits

two towers

four planes




not statistics





not dates
or where were you’s

just whole hearts
in odd numbers

each one

the only necessary


of love

Sep 10 2011



a neglected garden


strange beauty.