I've forgotten so much of what's passed through my history. Surprising, at times, is what I remember. Poems I wrote years ago can stick like a pop song if their backdrop, as I wrote, was sharp and strong. For something like a decade I was part of a writing group, the Monday Muses, a group … Continue reading Memory, Power
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Me and Mrs. Jones
My vehicles have names. What's a vehicle? Anything with wheels, that I take to go on adventures. Car (Vivi, Mattie), bicycle (Genny, Francie, Gary)... Lawnmower? It's only since moving to my little two acres, with a big patch of cleared greenery to mow, and a Greenworks battery-powered mower to do it with, that I've started … Continue reading Me and Mrs. Jones
Those tenacious tendrils
Squash plants: how the tendrils cling fiercely to the nearest thing persistently insinuating yet with the merest touch. Climbing up the chain link fence their daintiness is all pretense the weight they hold - it makes no sense! They're strong as Jean Valjean. Melons, gourds, meaty orange Hubbards will soon be resting in our cupboards … Continue reading Those tenacious tendrils
Young lettuce beckons
Young lettuce beckons. Waked, startled, night's small spiders step back as I pick.
The Garden, Uncovered
When the cardinal called out - his song like drops of light spilling over a dawn field - I ran outside that first day of his voice as Spring's soft sun opened the heart of the brisk, grey winds I ran to answer him then stopped astonished at the tender, naked garden suddenly uncovered: after … Continue reading The Garden, Uncovered
A Space to be Filled 