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Trellis 27 Aug 2013 | 08:52 am
He is trellis to her bloom, hand-carved staircase, cathedral spire pointing with a steady hand to where heaven smiles blue. Filed under: Characterizations, Love, Nature, Poetry, Summer Tagged: bloom...
She Forgot Again 20 Aug 2013 | 12:00 pm
She set his plate, and then replaced it in the cupboard next to the crystal stem-ware, coldly cut in geometric shapes reflecting her loss in infinite variations on the kitchen floor. Filed under: Ch...
Pollen Counts 20 Aug 2013 | 09:28 am
Golden grains, a holy harvest hovering on fruitful lips; words are pollen, rich with meaning, pregnant with potential scripts . that sow within a listening soul a seed of hope – embryo which, when imp...
Summer’s End To-Do List 18 Aug 2013 | 11:51 pm
Soaking up sunshine Storing rays for darker days Treasuring the light Filed under: Beauty, Gratitude, Haiku, Living in the Light, Nature, Poetry, Positive Thinking, Summer Tagged: clematis vine, haiku...
I Cried Today at Staples 18 Aug 2013 | 09:23 am
They asked me what kind of file folders I would like. I eyed that wall, boxes of files stacked like bricks propping up crumbling dreams, and I couldn’t stop them, hot tears welling up unbidden, indeci...
Summer Is 17 Aug 2013 | 09:35 am
Summer is a strawberry, incubated eggs leaking juicy sweetness down tanned chins. . Summer is watermelon rinds on styrofoam plates, chilled picnic fare shared with neighbours. . Summer is barefoot gra...
Purple Reign 16 Aug 2013 | 09:42 am
Sycophants, all - borrowed robes and stolen beauty unless returned on a silver platter to the King of the Purple Reign. Filed under: Beauty, Christianity, Gratitude, Nature, Poetry, Truth Tagged: gr...
Far From the Tree 15 Aug 2013 | 12:31 am
When Apple first fell from the Tree, she bobbed along on her sea of forgetfulness, oblivious to the bruises on her backside, pockets of pus hidden by a polished red skin. She named her world Stunnin...
When Strangers Ask 14 Aug 2013 | 08:26 pm
She’s more than a morning coffee drinker, more than her function as office confidante, more yet than the colour of her eyes or skin. . Birth stones and birth order and birth marks are but petals to ...
A Nod to Punctuation 14 Aug 2013 | 09:26 am
She’ll pick him an asterisk or a comma or two; full stops, ideas tied off in neat packages, have always eluded his dialogue, circumvented an outcome. . Her dreams have become dangling participles, u...
