Category Archives: inspiration

Am writing

#‎amwriting‬ when work is so intense I sometimes forget to breathe even though I’m listening to natural sounds like waves and rain wind and birds and a break from almost not breathing is advisable. #‎amwriting‬ when courage waves at me … Continue reading

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Water-centaur

In the Playa Azul video,
there’s a shot-sequence of grey and blue
sea
cloud,
with mountains erupting across a bay
at low tide.
A man, a little left of center, is wading… Continue reading

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One

  One mistake, touching my joyful cloth, bleeds texture, its darkness.     One leaf, curling under the snowy wind, flashes color, its fire.         share?

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The edge of a leaf

You touch me and stay like an autumn leaf on rain-wet stone, elemental, separate, subdued, same in beauty of this season. You touch me. I stay like an autumn leaf on rain-wet stone. (2007, rev. 2014) share?

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Portulaca too

Sere earth tiny seeds next season’s beauty share?

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Portulaca

Sere earth, tiny seeds. Economical green. Fireworks of color on delicate petal membranes, visits from bees and breezes. A soft quick death, withdrawal, ripening and, with one touch of a fingertip at the right moment, an explosive burst. Tiny seeds, … Continue reading

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Ferment

Your love, without relief of occasional plosive hi-howya-doin’s, without punctuation of kisses or hugs, feels like a maelstrom. Its whirling me, its force in ferment, takes me to uneasy places, when I’d rather be by you simply listening to your … Continue reading

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Warmth

Drifting snow piles up on east-facing window screens north wind breaks it down   Wrapped in cashmere memories sliding down cool as fresh snow share?

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Christmas bouquet on a rainy afternoon

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By way of the northern sky (edit 1, in work)

In the light that enters morning by way of the northern sky, a Swede encloses a Finn in his arms, absorbing her darkness, softening with his smooth brow the recurve tension on her lips, ignoring that she took him for … Continue reading

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Blue eyes

Rain-streaked bricks, pepper-green trees, and the sky — thick as oatmeal, and gray as a city cat — welcome a procession of Nanas, walking slow, humming descants, dressed in wraps of blue — turquoise, aquamarine, and harbor — stirring up … Continue reading

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The man in the purple shirt (wip)

What a storm. Dark, choppy river, big whitecaps riding the cross-currents. In many places, the water is higher than my ankles — I might as well have left my shoes home. There are mini-floods everywhere. Going past tennis courts, lighthouse, … Continue reading

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Late winter #tweetpoems

February flings rain out into the cold, then curves its infant hands to catch the earth’s perfumes. (24 Feb 2012) Others’ hands, keeping my tempo, try to rinse away my voice, then hang what remains out in the wind, like … Continue reading

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Takes on Google+

As wild as the sea, with a home onshore, always, that’s most safe & well-built. Like loving someone so much that saying so is almost a sin. Like sledding in fresh snow. Like feeding handfuls of grass to a foal. … Continue reading

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Clouds, like Toledo

Riding south, across the river, a mile below the Bridge, see? A tower and forested hills, with leaves glowing in nooks in the bare, smoky trees, as if someone’s been shooting paintballs there, and the wind shearing the earth to … Continue reading

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Prescriptive

If happiness is honey, tickly-thick enough to make you choke, if happiness is wine, a smooth swallow and a short-lived high, if you’re defended against joy,     share?

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The value of dissolution, part 2

Chhoti Bahu, she of the biggest eyes and motion most honey-like, begs you to stay. Here is she: bound by your space, still at your whimsy,    share?

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Tere liye, life goes on…

Present moments: listening to this still — it came in via Outlandish‘s Facebook feed. I’m still a little open-mouthed at how ebrahim / @eebsofresh wraps his voice in, out and around the lyrics to make something totally new of the … Continue reading

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High summer, mid-afternoon

Then thank you, oh food delivery service, for running out of local peaches and cornish hens last night, so I ordered Finger Lakes plums, curried chicken salad and chocolate cookies. Then thank you again, for running out of chocolate cookies … Continue reading

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What my hands made once

Early school days: A dirndl skirt of unbleached muslin printed with a floral pattern in indigo dye, my first hand-made creation, made from cloth given to me by a textile factory manager when my father took me on a factory-visiting … Continue reading

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