It is one of those days when nothing worth blogging about comes to mind. The most spiritual of days. How little it is that I know. Yet… Christmas is coming and the goose is already getting fat. Tra-la-la.
Category Archives: Poetry
I knew a man once who invented a thing that could bring the sound of the birds from the outside of his house to the inside. How strange, I thought, my friend has too much time on his hands. My … Continue reading
Standing on the dock in the early morning, I watched a bug of sorts bunny hop the water sending radial circles that crashed into one another. They say our every thought and action does this, send ripples out until they … Continue reading
The cardinal’s song is beautiful. I will hang sheets out today. Don’t ask where the writer went… I don’t know.
Some mornings I am so filled up I feel like a pot of boiling pasta… if I don’t turn down the heat, I will overflow and make a mess. That is how I feel today. If I write the thoughts … Continue reading
I am thankful to day for quiet mornings when I can read books that feed my soul for a safe, warm place to live for a family of people I admire for food on our tables for friends to walk … Continue reading
I watched the suffering woman with the doom that looms over the unseen horizon I wanted to give her my God But my God was too small one that lifts the daisy’s petal to Hercules limps beside the Haitian runner gasps in Pavarotti’s … Continue reading