as i light a candle each evening. i started this tradition to pray for a few people that i knew would need my prayer, then to the few that i didn’t know but i heard would need my prayer, and soon i realized just how many people known or unknown needed my prayer, so now …
A gift on a sunny February day to usher in stirings of spring.
it was light enough, still the cloud filled sky, moving, ever moving, ever cloudy while you skipped, hopped through the yard, eventually balancing on several Terra Cotta pots, sitting by the Jade plant, you extract one oval leaf, and bite by bite you begin to feed quickly with your front teeth, i watch afraid to …
Looking out on another hour of precipitation to the stone pathway, with the realization aside from flooding areas the wind blew leaf bare, and flooding areas the non-stop rain runs over mud and slippery rock, the stones of this path are not lined up acceptance that they are and acceptance that they are not
Growing up was a series of sleeping arrangements two parallel twin beds under the knotty pine finished slanted ceiling attic boards where we would make a game of finding pictures and make up stories out of the woods’ knots and on often humid summer eve’s when we should have been asleep we would wind open …
a short but rare drive to my favorite local wood fired pizzaioli, a rare outing in time of Covid, wanting to make the most of the experience away from home, so taking the slower streets, going through the neighborhoods lined with landscaped hedges, trees, in various shades of red, yellow, mustard brown, and dark green …
I think i was talking in my sleep last night. i heard you talking back so it must have been real. What a pleasure and energy uplift it is talking with you.This morning i look out past the newly poured patio.Light rain is falling on it. Light rain is falling on everything, adding a few …
old thought poem – ’69-’70(?) Yes, john k. we are all eggs thrust from protective lives under feathered wings we are always beginnings cracking thin mosaic shells revealing soft, new and changeable outsides to the world new thought poem Oct.5, 2020 where i started it was all or nothing “todo o nada” and it was …
last night, no candle burning no smoke added to the the orange air, in the dark, in the back field, cries or screams never heard before, lost animals calling family, this morning, no sunrise, no clouds, no background sky the sense of distance…a fog of ash trees, crops, villages, homes, for rabbits, deer, raccoon, bear, …
