Monday, November 7, 2011

the lost songs . . .



and sometimes

i wish that i was made of stones

so that i would not have to see

a beauty impossible to define

a beauty impossible to believe . . .

Thursday, September 22, 2011


and we sat on the shore
while the light from the stars
poked holes in the sky

we held on to time
as long as we could

we didn't want to leave one another
was all that we had

and it was

Thursday, July 7, 2011

so much is precious

all things in nature are created so perfectly 
they don't 
words . . .

don't you agree?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

i found this leaf today ...

and it reminded me
that we don't 

have to be perfect
to be beautiful!!!


Thursday, April 7, 2011

a purple Spring wind

the wind here has been amethystine
dusky dark and blue
rising up from the vast expanse of pacific seas ...

as it skips and surges over the meringue tipped bay
it captures and carries
all birds here in flight
within the silent folds of its silken slips

all that remains of their intentioned flight
dark against day, black as night
is the faint whisper of rustled feathers ...
a prayer, an eye blink, heart beats

their graceful balletic movements
uncontrolled and runaway
are far more glorious
than their expected routine


they take flight my birds,
caught in windshine at sundown
like chiffon in the breeze
outlined against a periwinkle sky


inside, new work and spring flowers
unfurl and become real

ideas, auras, anemones  

like crepe paper and dreams ...


Sunday, April 3, 2011

as i move around and through my life
i'm forever drawn to what inspires me.
to the kindlings that ignite my passions
and cause my every sense to vibrate with visions and imaginations unseen …

i am, in my moments of imperfection & evolving strength
drawn to the shore.
i inhale the saline currents of water and air.
i quench myself in golden rays of dayshine.
i am amplified,
as each of Gaia's inconsiderable miracles sing out
mellifluous voices raised
in a sacred hymn
that only i can hear!

my weekend is brimming over …
my every sense is aroused.


 by the wing beats of birds
each upstroke a whisper
of renewal and rebirth.

i didn't know that barn swallows mated
in accordance with the rise and fall of the Golden Gate's indigo hem,
or that the beaks of starlings
turn to pure gold
in this vernal season
did you?

my cup is half full
with smiles from strangers.
our inconsequential chatter as we pass each other by
about sun and small dogs
means nothing at all
and everything at once!

we are connected in space and time
sewn into place by this faire city
and however brief our encounter
i am reminded of the worth
of REAL human connection.

my creative juices are welling,
nearing spill stagewith the assembling of treasures, collected and
placed before me,
fragments of my vision ... arcs of my soul:

leather, time worn smooth by the skins of humankind.
rubies, the seeds of Persephone's fruit.
amethyst, crystalline and delicate, protecting us against thievery,
fortifying us with courage, yet reminding us to be gentle.
silver & bones, burnished and washed white.
stars, hailing from the seas and the skies, holding tight ~ shining bright.
shells, calciferous forts, abandoned homes, grain eroded to luminescence.
and gold, Montezuma's honey, spun hair of angels, light from the earth.

my palette has been quenched with blush wine
the color of conch pearls and heaven.
it's been piqued by chile and rare spices, caressed by the bittersweet broodings of cacao
and salt-stained with fried capers, and hardware store popcorn!

the ca-cawing of crows fills the room, birdsong and paw pattering.
laughter enters my windows.
gratefulness spills from my being
yet, i am filled up.

and then, what remains of today?

hoping your weekend has been thus far bountiful 
in all that awakens your imagination …
and your senses.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

eastward, in Eden

(be that woman)
eastward, in Eden

and quite possibly who
might we discover
dust off and uncover
if we ventured
eastward into Eden?

a tree ...
with roots gnarled and pushed deep
into the flesh of the earth,
woven and bound
into the cultural memory of mankind.
its boughs weighted with offerings
of knowledge
swaying and creaking under the unbearable weight
of all that is and has ever been,
evil and good

a fruit ...
eye blindingly golden, imagined ruby red
whose very flesh offers
and makes promises
of knowledge, immortality, temptation, health
learning, yearning
and wealth

a serpent ...
coiled at the tree's trunk
encircling its waist
beguiling and sleek.
moving as water does - that liquid opal
mercurial, dangerous.
using God's fruit
to coax, to dare, to court
with rousings
of earthly pleasures
sensuality, sexuality, virility and fertility

a man.

a WOMAN … !
a woman who could have been me
and lovlier you

why is it believed that she faltered and stumbled
in a moment of weakness,
when in reality
she acted alone
held up of her own bones.

she took the initiative
made her own decision
born from a deep seeded desire
for tenderness
and the purest
of affections.
a sort of
'original expression'

for she was only striving
to achieve blessing
and to gain a fuller experience
of life
in its entirety
to inhale it
feel it
as deeply as she might
to the depths of her core
all of it
and not.

so why?

why shouldn't we
be more like her
that woman,
our foremother
who far in the East
taught us of the human desire
of the simplest but most profound need
to embrace the world
and ingest experience
without restraint ...

who reached for the fruit
and enjoyed
every bittersweet bite.

why shouldn't you be that woman
in your own Eden
in the East
of right here
and now?

i've opened a NEW Etsy shop in my own name ...