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Month: August 2019

all too short a lease

It’s late August and hot, and I’m already looking forward to summer. This summer has been as light and cheerful as wet cement.  Spring and early summer were late, and we never got the long, warm June/July days with the Read more…


“not at all,” she chirped

she wore a hawk at her bosompink feathers in her earsdid she think she was a bird?


prosaic

August started out bad and continued not-so-great.  The sheriffs found the body of a not-quite-23-year-old man whose mother has been my friend for 30 years. I watched this young man grow up. My elder children played with his elder brothers, Read more…


home stretch

A lace Faroese shawl that was causing me anxiety suddenly enters the (long yet) home stretch.  I fretted that I’d run out of yarn and/or end up with a shawl that was less capacious than I hoped. The yarn shop Read more…


shapes in the tooth of the paper

I’ve been excavating the Creativity Room closet, finding treasures amidst the heap of papers and boxes in its depths. Old rectangular beeswax crayons call.  I take a colored pencil sketch I was doing of my thigh in light and shadow, Read more…


make & mend

Threading the needle is the hardest part.  Once I get the needle threaded and the fabric lined up, mending soothes me. The needle pulls through the fabric with a whispery rasping sound. My attention shrinks: the precise place to push Read more…


dog days of summer

sirens wail the young man channels his grief into his gun bright chatter i wonder what goes on behind that mask i-the-observer one fork on a highway of my soul black outfit he fades into the shadows of his role Read more…


travels through the landscape of the soul

Sometimes you skim over the surface of life, like a dragonfly cruising in the sunshine. The breeze lifts you where you want to go, and everything you need for the good life is bountiful and at hand. You bask in Read more…


another dynamic system

sometimes i thinktruth is solid in my handstrong enough to build wallsbright enough to light the world then it turns to liquid twists and slides in my hand and becomes another thing entirely i bow my headin recognitionand acceptance