The art that blesses my listening hands
Making Art with Beach Stones My home hums with them–— the smooth and rough, pale and dark, striped, speckled, some with lines, or bits of mica mesmerizing the light. They number in the thousands by now, populating table and bins and buckets, lining mantels and perched on shelves, […]
Praise at the end, for beginning there
A Prayer, Fertile For all the beginnings we cultivate from seeds, lay to cradle in the richest earth, give moisture with our tears, our sweat and handfuls of rainwater like offerings to the deities we name Hope, or Light, or Fire of Creation, I fall from standing into some posture that might be praise. I […]
Rocking the cosmic swirl
Rocking It comforts me to know the old couple across the street just celebrated fifty years in the same house. Fifty together years with the home they perhaps chose to be new in together, a threesome of sorts, their bodies joining brick and hardened earth settling and cracking and pressing together, adding more spackle and […]
NOT ZEN, BUT NOW
Being present is easy when the blue sky moment is trimmed with green grass, when temperate breezes blow your hair back gently from your bright, clean face. You can hop off the worry train quickly in such minutes and hours. You can drop your baggage carelessly to the ground without so much as a glance […]
So many ways to say it. Be Here Now.
Between Opening the red door to a new spring day. my feet greet crumbs of last year’s leaves, dotted with recent, light green pollen all swirled into the little cove, entry that guides me into and from this place, this home, and they rattle a brittle kind of music together, […]
The Beach Stones
The writing prompt was clear and simple: “Today, write about an object that magically transports you to a different mood, a different state of mind, or a different time, filling your life with instant wonder, curiosity, or delight.” My response was unequivocal: When I am freed to walk a stony beach, my heart transforms […]
Many Singularities
Stephen Hawking, having passed away a full fifty one years post predicted demise, has left us trails, breadcrumbs. Not random, because nothing is haphazard as it seems. Rather they are beaded, strung together on some holographic ribbon run through holes patterned in multiverses of black velvet, and I’m already […]
RESET
Reset This morning came twice to meet my wan welcome. There was pre-alarm almost-dawn when my eyelids were leaden, fingers numb after some sleep asana, and there was no joy in me to power the muscles to coax the bones to shape themselves around some idea of upright. Half hour later my hand rose instinctively […]
The Poet Says….
Allow me to share a poem that debuted on the Songs of Eretz Poetry Review this morning. This is the third of my poems to be published there in the Last week. All three are eligible for the Readers Choice Award contest on the SongsofEretz.com Voting begins March 1! The Poet Says This […]
Returning to Autismville
Good day! Below, the second of three of my poems that are eligible for the Readers Choice Award over at Songs of Eretz. Here is the poem, along with the Editor’s words and poets notes from the journal: Editor’s Note: Nominees for the Songs of Eretz Readers Choice Award have been or will be […]