Thursday, February 23, 2012


is not
holy rest
before the promise
of new life
in the spring

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


il n'y a pas
des mots
pour mes rouges
ce soir...

(there are no
for my reds
this evening...)

   so i simply
and soak them
through my skin

In response to February's "Red" poetry prompt at T S Poetry Press

what beauty is for

“And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?”
Mary Oliver

walking by a window

sunlight refracts through

antique glass

there is no time but

i pause

tilt my head

absorb perspective


once i pressed my lips

to the top

of your head

and breathed in

the tiny fierce

so delicate so determined to

make a move in this world

chestnut waves now

hide this monument but

i remember


broken open

weak and empty

but there is your

warm wordless hand

covering mine


i breathe


one man saw

water and sky and trees

reflect each other and back

but nympheas float

surely at the surface

separating illusion from

existence and

i weep


beauty is for learning growing loving

beauty is for living

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Friday, February 10, 2012


"If a woman rebels against high-heeled shoes,  she should take care to do it in a very smart hat."
George Bernard Shaw

...or a shock of pink hair.

my inspiration
to choose courage
Tori, then age 14

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