Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for … More
Category: poem
Perfumed
The lady’s perfume accompanies her like an aura on the train which speeds along the tracks, faster than I could … More
In my sewing room May 16
Sitting in my sewing room surrounded by towers of thread, various stacked plastic bins of quilt fabric, patterns and cloth … More
Boundaries
I collide with Michael’s boundaries. His boundaries edge long wide fields stretching As far as the horizons- the are beautiful … More
sugar
Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for … More
re creation
There is no re – creation, still we create. Memory is a cup you cannot sip a tongue that tastes … More
For Virginia Wolfe
Of what use is all this knowledge profusion of theories concurrent planes of reality what use is all this bounty … More
on the loss of my brother, Walter
It is enough the refrain I have been cratering in my chest since a few weeks ago when I realized … More
the art of attachment
the art of attachment and illusion of independence polarities creating gravity or hilarity depending on how you are wired different … More
aquiesce~from Latin acquiescere, from ad- ‘to, at’ + quiescere ‘to rest.’
Inside, we don’t feel so old, although our children are (mostly) grown and their conversations amongst themselves seem banal. We … More
