pretty god

Where is my sparkling deity?
I see her in the surf and stars,
on blue wings and emerald stems.
Her hymns are written for larks
and sparrows. A lilac bower
forms her temple. And I?
I breathe that I might see
and know the heart that thrums
and spins this world. In light
and wind, in the stillness of midnight,
in everything that is, she gleams.

Friday...

Ahhh... a most unexpected good mood has descended on me like a jester's cap! An unmerited haze of goodwill swirls about. I feel defiant toward this dreary day. Creativity springs forth through the grey clouds. Take that!

Nothing happens until something moves. ~Albert Einstein

The French Mix

The French Mix is a lovely shop on The Square in downtown McKinney, Tx. They carry my pendants and collage work as shown above.

All day Sunday I cut out hearts, snipped
from yellowed pages of Russian fairytales
and The Book of the Dead. I gave them wings-
some silver, some black, others fashioned
from glittered tulle, spread like tiny banners
of possibility. On my table a pile of hearts
grows like petals dropped on a still day.
I give them names, like Gypsy and Always.

From my window I see the red oak shiver
off her bright confetti and a gust of geese
lifts up into the gallant, streaked sunset.
I have made too many winged hearts.
They suffer under the weight of one another.
I pick one and slip it out the window.
I do not watch it flutter or ride the chill
air that brings the silent moon.

As I live and breathe I will update this blog! Later... I swear it...

I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ~Galileo Galilei

new pendants...

Stiring

I am pleased to have my poem Homeschool included in this month's edition of Stirring.
http://www.sundress.net/stirring/index.html

autumn

I cast my nets, pull them in.
They are filled with fallen stars,
charred and cold. I catch nothing
that breathes or carries light.