Tuesday, October 31, 2006

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.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Friday, October 27, 2006

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!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006


Nothing happens until something moves. ~Albert Einstein

Sunday, October 22, 2006

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...

Friday, October 06, 2006


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

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

new pendants...

Monday, October 02, 2006

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.