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DECEMBER 2020

and who are we to be so blessed to have pie
to have clothing in a closet : shoes under the bed
a bed with flannel sheets : heat and hot water at the ready
who are we not to know how blessed we are
to remember how it is we came in
wrapped and delivered
wanted
xoAuthor

Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.

Author

Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.

almost May 2022

4/25/2022

Hold on for dear life
my grandmother, Annie
said to me, but not just me
me: hanging by a thread
up a creek, no paddle
with the last straw
in the spur of a moment
eating my words
for a new lease on life
a real piece of work
with a pie-eating grin
singing la de da!!
xo

March 01st, 2022

3/1/2022

March 2022

endangered for its ivory
enraged for good reason
endless hunt for things

the heads on the walls
things we can't unsee
or understand but want

to honor and remember

xo

sculpture artist : clay babic

January 01st, 2022

1/1/2022

January 2022

another image to capture cold
to feel stillness and starkness
to know home isn't a place
but maybe a time in our lives
when we need quiet and beauty

it takes time to witness an icicle
to wonder which drop will hold on
my hand against the windowpane
comes away cold with laced lines
my life line is curved and longer
on one hand

it's the one I reach for you with

x
o

December 2021

12/1/2021

December arrives in all her frosty glory hanging lace prayer shawls from trees & powerlines & the wonder & beauty teach you to shut the mouth & open the heart. The ground crunches to remind she is being walked upon. You are being held. She allows diamonds on your eyelashes & the tiny hairs in the nose you almost forgot you had. Don't Forget, she reminds: These things make the will of your life.

These are your things: Cold feet. Chapped hands in wool mittens. Slower walks. Darkness.

Do not let them go unnoticed. Cherish how she silently covers the earth & you with sparkles.
xo

December 01st, 2021

12/1/2021

November 2021

10/31/2021

Soul of a Tree
Heartwood

Nothing can be healed
until you lean into it.

The woods know
the secret,
you see it often;

quiet wisdom,
nakedness,
the trust of falling.

xo

October 2021

10/4/2021

More than More

stands and ropes
forever precious
memories of her
teeth across
luster & shine
salt and rain
licking lips
placing jewels
over her head
eyes sparkling
then my turn

xo

September 2021

8/31/2021

light shifts with a page turn
there: summer & now we are here
shorter days - longer shadows
searching for things that hang on
soon it will be gold leaves
now: whatever is within reach
our hearts are blown glass
hanging from taunt strings

xo

August 2021

8/3/2021

August 2021

Several weeks ago I witnessed largeness
me a shadow of self miles from home
if such a place exists I don't know it
here or soon or a thing from before

I remember my mother-in-law as one
who smelled of raspberries & radishes
& the earth she plucked them from
dark soil on the knees of her denim capris

her lip-smack as she took the first taste
her smile when something was gone
emptied: the satisfaction she shared
her gingham blouse thread worn & clean

contentment she wore like a precious jewel
a sit on the front porch in the wicker rocker
the boards under her feet smooth and shiny
like her and what she left behind

xo

July 2021

7/2/2021

hot & humid

kneehigh corn : gathered bales : painted porch : bolted greens
rains all night : daylight long

and before you or I know it

snow swirls & ice crystals touch the very windows we look out from & to

and we'll want this heat
the longest hours
sun on skin

xo