Friday, August 31, 2007

naked eye

A flame red moon, the owl’s eye
winks, early fallen leaves
are dark confetti
on a well-kept lawn.

The eclipse has stolen my sleep,
tucked it away like a thief.
I am ever the lamb of the sky,
the easy mark, enthralled by cloud

and constellation. This night
it is the sharp edged umbra that enchants,
the nested shadows aligned,
Taurus and Orion on the eastern rise.

It is now, pale throat revealed,
upturned and empty, that I feel
most full, most able. The lucent coin
that hovers above is a portal.

In totality’s fire I dip my hands
and drink deep the lambent light,
a rendered radiance that bears
the sweetness of a pledge.

here's the problem...

that damn mammalian brain...

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

sky blog

Perhaps I should just devote this blog to the sunrise... since I'll be seeing it every morning. I really don't mind rising early. When I travel I am always up at dawn. I love seeing the day begin in new places. And Texas does rock when it comes to the sky. In no way does it compensate for how far I am from the ocean, but it is a fine thing and I appreciate it.

Monday, August 27, 2007

school days...

First day of school for my brood... There are some advantages to early rising. There are bunnies about and here in north Texas the mornings begin with a bit of fanfare in the sky.

I am left with a quiet house that feels very empty after nearly three months of summer vacation.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

I do not like being a part of the mechanism that generates this sorrow.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

attitude adjustment

Do I believe in HappyLand? Well, there it is in glorious black & white. It is (was?) in British Columbia of all God forsaken places. Hmmmm... the jury's still out, though I confess a bit of a leaning toward... not so much.
What do I believe in? Oh, I thought you'd never ask...
~the curative power of the sea
~music as a balm, a means of transport, etc...
~the Caribbean as a place of unparalleled magic and beauty
~fairies, elves, talking animals (well, not really but I'd like it to be so)
~happy hour
~HappyLand... no, not so much.

well, well...

Yet another wonder... The IBPC has given a nod to my poem, "Immeasurable"... an honorable mention. The vastly talented Gary Blankenship took first place honors! Way to go, Gary!

School starts on Monday. Fifth grade for Will, ninth for Ian, college for Kate. What brutal summer. I am actually ready for it to end... well, to begin ending, I suppose, is more accurate.

Friday, August 17, 2007

water ~from the Tao De Ching

The best of man is like water,
Which benefits all things, and does not contend with them,
Which flows in places that others disdain,
Where it is in harmony with the Way.

So the sage:
Lives within nature,
Thinks within the deep,
Gives within impartiality,
Speaks within trust,
Governs within order,
Crafts within ability,
Acts within opportunity.

He does not contend, and none contend against him.

Thursday, August 16, 2007


Ah, good news! I have gotten a most lovely order for pendants from a B I G international company! It has taken a little time to hammer out, but at last I have the order! I am very excited to have my work in this company's logo shop!! After my dental appointment I can get started on filling this nice, big order! Thanks to all powers that be!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


I despise the backward look,
the dissection of every vignette,
filed and cross-filed into a tangled snare.
Memories lurk- threadbare hobos
with their crude cipher and astonishing agility.
They ride your ass if you slow down
long enough to let them on.

My mother rises unbidden at the scent of almonds.
Pretty and strong, she stirs the flames
beneath a pot of blood and kisses,
ladles the sticky-sweet fodder
into my bare hands.
I hate the recollection of her misplaced hope,
how it spilled onto me its inescapable taint.

Early on my father, young and cocky,
eyed a more inviting table.
He was a poor provider
whose own greed gnawed a hole too big
for us to fill and ate away the frayed threads
that barely bound him.

My siblings are blurs of black and white,
pushed to the periphery,
their faces are too much like mine,
the familiarity unbearable;
a funhouse mirror minus the fun.
I relegate them to a summer picnic
on a rare day of harmony
that I most likely dreamed.

And there’s me in scuffed red shoes,
panties sagging below the hem
of a homemade dress. My hair is long
and am holding a goddamned
biscuit of all things.
Look at how I gather every sort of anxiety
I can fit into my maw.
Already I was too hungry,
too willing, too lost.
This is the foundation I inherited-
one foot lodged in chaos,
the other in the most embarrassing sort of hope
that comes from too much reading
and climbing trees to look
into the neighbor’s kitchen windows.

It is better to forget than to sift for some
unlikely morsel that has lost its sweetness.
Wiser to disregard the sparse tenderness
that must have sometimes passed my lips.
Now I keep moving. Indistinguishable,
I say grace and remember nothing,
never think, for one minute,
that my belly might be filled.

Friday, August 10, 2007

What a relief!

Here I was thinking I needed swords and cannon balls.
Come to think of it, why would one wish to be protected from pirates?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Everything you can imagine, is real.

~Pablo Picasso