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Basically we are fellow vegetables floating in hot water, praying to be consumed finally

letting the love in.  These paintings  are best viewed with your heart open to how loved you are

by the big something that loves you  fully, dear carrot, onion or pepper.

 

Drink Water

No more boasting I have succumb to the common germ pool A lovely school of fish in our little cold bodies Cough Cough As I navigate the depths with others of my species. Willow wants to bring me soup. Food has little appeal But her friendly voice on the phone Is pure medicine. I had…

The Intimacy of a Kiss

I’ve been listening to music from the 60’s So -no wonder that I dreamed About kissing my high school boyfriend. And Ick – he was a frog! I knew in a second that he was not right for me! Reflecting this morning How much one has to sort through to find What matches us, What’s…

deer, squirrel and fox

The animals have let themselves be seen. Gentle deer in a line crossing the river Watching out for each other….. ( that is the kind of care I need.) Busy squirrel too… ready for change ( a reminder to plan ahead but not go nuts) And what of the macho fox prancing With his thick…

Telling the Hard Truth

In a minute or less I told him a hard truth. Truth telling doesn’t need embellishment It just needs to get out. It is not an attack It is just a big reveal….. Releasing of an energetic secret The kind that is a splinter in your paw. I’d been feeling off for a couple of…

Nothing in Moderation

My sister’s 81st birthday is today and she said, “I did nothing in moderation” This bold sister of mine, Many consequences. “Doing it her way” ( like a Frank Sinatra song) We boldly rescued my car Pulling it back on a rented car trailer Behind Finn’s Silverado With his great uncle, John, as co pilot.…

Come What May

My Mom and Me Sitting together in the sun with a stiff sea breeze. She made it to 98 With joy in her heart- not easy As I begin to get my toes wet with the reality of growing old. “““““““““““““““““““““““` Abandoning my frozen car, left on a mountain pass Too cold to start its…

Solstice

Best Beloveds The sun breaks upon the high edge of our valley Solstice alignment is upon us My not sleeping is getting to be a real thing My active brain spins like a top. There is so much information pounding in From the heavens…. We sensitive types tune in But without proper training The maps…

A New Friend

My new friend’s name is Cassandra “Isn’t that the name of a goddess” but as if inside an old joke…..she says “It means a woman of knowledge An oracle, that no one listens to.” She shuts her eyes before she speaks and I listen deeply to the things she shares. Thrilled like school girls she…

Whisperer

I called Julie Blackbird, To communicate with my Cat, Merlyn. And in the quiet calm of intuitive space she said- ” He’s stubborn” He has been peeing on the furniture That’s why I called her! She said to put chicory flower essence In his water and try giving him a second cat box. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““ She…

To hold you

A Poem from Rilke( Book of Hours) ““““““““““““““““““““““` She who reconciles the ill- matched threads of her life and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth- its she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration ““““““““““““““““““““““` where the one guest is you In the softness of the evening…

Leaving Bread Crumbs

I opened an illustrated, Gospel of Mary Magdalene An illumined text for times of need…. (Created by me for my future self) And today- I am renewed by her wisdom! ““““““““““““““““““““““““““ “After saying this, The Blessed One greeted them saying: “Peace be with you- may my Peace arise and be fulfilled within you! Be vigilant…

Sleeping is for Losers

Like a spider I spend my nights Weaving the Web ( of the World) Somebody has to do it 😊 And when I told John that I’d been awake since 2 He said, “Sleeping is for Losers” John is the master of the flip! “““““““““““““““““““` We’d gone that day to a gathering For our bestie,…

Ha

light in the tunnel Tunnel of light where I saw my dad looking so fine. ““““““““““` I added another green box around a Thursday on the calander Marking the weekly fight Two champions- John King and Sally Picking up the pieces ( of my heart or is it only habit) I say” Let’s see if…

Outward Bound

Outward Bound was created To keep young men from drowning. During WWII, when their ships went down, Too many were drowning. This seems like pertinent information As we weather our own rough seas. So when you are tossed into the deep Take off your clothing- it’s weighing you down ( As in- Drop Your Baggage)…

Painting the Bridge

Karma yoga is being present in every moment Not rushing to the end But truly savoring the now. Maybe it’s because I am old But this kind of “paying attention” Is getting to be more natural. Resulting in a spruced up bridge One brush stroke at a time. And lucky me I have a massage…

owls and cows

I’m in a period of expansion I got my human design chart (for free on line) Declaring that I’m a Projector A Heretical Investigator With a Split Definition. They say, projectors shouldn’t marry….. ( ahhhh, more compassionate towards John) I’m the mean one! And that we projectors weld a knife… But that we mean well,…

ok- here’s the thing

We are here And then we are not here. But while we are here We hold the details of our lives really close. But when we depart These details are tossed to the wind. Scattered like our ashes. So what I’m thinking Is maybe We can play with the stuff of life more ( it’s…

Hiking

We hiked to Pawnee Pass A Shangri-La where no one ages. John and I The sure footed Sherpa’s Not slipping on loose gravel So many rocky switch backs- until The steep blue view of Isabelle Lake. Having entered a mythic land Of glacial placed stones ( are they still moving?) And tiny to the ground…

Bears

I can relate to the mother bear She’s had a big summer…. With two active cubs trying things out! And we’ve had Callan. And now Callan’s boyfriend A pollical science major….. I am worn out from the effort But completely pleased! As relentless teachers John and I have shared all that we could (Bless them…

Wyoming

In Wheatland Wyoming….. An older fella opening up his antique shop Told me that the horse on the license plates “Is a horse from right here in Wheatland !” ” A horse named Steamboat” “And how you couldn’t put a a saddle on him But bareback he’s go forever.” “““““““““““““““““““““““““ Wyoming and I don’t share…

Solo

I took a path over to the lake this morning soft grasses brushed my feet A somewhat hot cup of coffee in my hand No one was there The space is huge The void of which I am is visible Here Rocks of all sizes fill the beach I remember a watercolor of stones That…

Road TRIP

I took my wheels out for a long ride Drove solo to the Grand Tetons It’s a long way, nine hours or so. My wheels are rusty But I got to Colter Bay And set up my tent. A stiff breeze is blowing in off the lake as I sit at a picnic bench In…

Aug 9th

The arrival of the bear was not a surprise Having stared into the diamonds on the river While wondering- Can we share the same goal? Never easy for the two of us…. We land on the image of camp counselors With one lone camper the long summer…. She is making dinner I may never cook…

Moose

When a moose appears in your life it brings “primal contact with the great feminine force and void of life” ““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““` Eating low bushes in high meadows We saw a total of eleven moose Content and healthy Three mothers With their honey colored babies, In the lush vegetation As if all of nature was saying…

For Charlie

Dancing with you We leap into the caldron (No use clinging to the rocks that are falling.) Dancing with you Angels abound… Endless specks of light!

Pink

John is teaching Callan the art of paddling her boat Down river. She’s pink like a pearl Having new adventures out west Twenty five and single Spending the summer with us It’s a give away- We offer everything we are Weaving ourselves Small pearls in her pouch. ““““““““““““““““““““““““

Our Bodies Ourselves

If you want to keep your frequency high It’s best to not fall prey to reactive states But with the reversal of roe vs wade I pulled my shirt off twice in one day It was an automatic response Claiming- this body is mine This sacred body is mine. Maybe this is not the debate…

Honey Collection

My odd and wonderous friend Is quitting Colorado… Flying over to France tonight. She brought me her honey collection Radish Flower, Chestnut Honey from Italy Lychee Blossom gathered in Java All sizes of jars- some stickie I’d promised her mom, Who died 24 years ago…. I’d look after her daughter We’ve had a steep journey…

Moon over Apple Valley

In the season of ripening strawberries. It’s a Moon- Dwarf Eris trine And my lunation is whispering…. Maverick suggestions like….go Take your shirt off in front of Congress To renew “our” vow to life. Breasts mean life and guns mean death! Maybe we can gather locally first to practice- want to ladies?

Collective Grief

He was wild Engines reeved in cowboy hat Griffin by name, son of Planet Bluegrass! We are a small town Gone tribal due to recent events. The death of a young one A wrong move on his motorcycle No helmet. At his service we stood next to Joe our town Chiropractor….. ” I x- rayed…

Talk to the Birds

John’s truck is loaded With colorful shapes of painted steel tubing In route to Denver, Talk to the Birds… A commission won three years ago. Jacques and Lucien follow behind Carrying the pre-formed foundation Picks and shovels. Lucien (17) will do the digging And I am the chronicler, A witness to wild will and determination,…

Dream

How lovely, how perfect Such grace and ease Take a peek – we. I had a power dream The morning of my 72d birthday. A wild insight An odd happiness This is what I got… That it’s almost impossible For soul to get all the way through here Soul is present and smiling (sort of)…

Catching a Fish

My brother has covid He’s ok, I just talked with him. He’s taking some drug that tastes like metal ( Is this a good Idea?) My friend, (under maximum surveillance) With advanced dementia Is turning 80 in June. (He has said he didn’t want to live past 80) His sister, Lois Has sent out a…

Leaning toward the Light

Seeds planted in the winter Reach toward the light. Seeds inspire, so tiny and full of might Torn between my anger ( at our Supreme Court Judges) (I’m completely rattled by this news) And my broader view Of the necessity for things to get worse before they get better. Knowing too, that I need to…

Boundless Love

This song goes out to you “Boundless Love” “I woke up this morning to a garbage truck Looks like this horseshoe’s Run out of luck If I came home Would you let me in? Fry me a porkchop And forgive my sin? “Surround me with your endless love Confound me with your endless love I…

Happy Birthday Mom

I looked up my mom’s Gene Keys born, April 13, 1918 in Kentucky. The “key” to her health was to sit quietly and meditate which she did daily in her chair reading well worn words of inspiration. Brightening her aura by dipping into the mystery of life. While, I her daughter am made well by…

“May your Burden be Light”

The only dying I must do this week is to the complaints of my little self… We humans are reactive (especially me) Light and dark are a weave…. intolerance and forgiveness Divinely Human I take my stand holding it all in my open hands There are holes in the cup The past with all her…

Legacy

Three of my sister’s granddaughter’s choose jewelry from the box. My mother’s gold watch for a small wrist a bracelet from the Pow Wow given to me by Sandra One Feather. And when they were leaving they gave me a magnet for the refrigerator ( somehow they’d figured out who I am) It says “Yay…

I want this job

and her mother, Demeter. Persephone chooses the job of orienting the dead….. Offering pomegranate seeds…. Waving them on their way Shafts of wheat. She Was Not Abducted, which makes the story completely different! What we choose, we can do even hard stuff. Rituals help. “Look to the sky Look to the earth Rain and conceive”…

Uranus in Taurus

the planet of freedom, sovereignty and authentic expression, Uranus. Motivating us to free ourselves of attachments to anything holding us back. Old habits, anything not vibrating at the resonance of truth. Uranus is in Taurus, Venus’s home temple 2019- 2026 Shaking up the foundations we have built our lives upon. Breaking free of fear based…

Coyote Equinox

Spring Coyote, trotting sideways looking over her shoulder not trusting this human, it’s how she’s stayed alive. We women have done the same thing But we can no longer afford our past, our identification with what has been, it is too heavy and we need to fly on our broomsticks. Fully engaged feminine power can…

Mason Bees

Mason bees are solo females, effective pollinators who seal themselves in with mud, regenerating through dormancy. ( I can relate- longest winter ever!) But you can feel the wisdom of it the tenacity of gathering mud creating your hermit space in time. The bees filled in almost every circle It didn’t happen the whole first…

Peace

Willow and I did an errand yesterday ( She bought their first TV) and I was her driver. Willow likes to retell funny stories and I love to laugh so we are a perfect pair. She says as we drive along that a friend has new job in a center where drug users can come…

Breast Prayer Flags

When I visited St Petersburg in 1990 The Russian Grandmothers wore black arm bands with the intense need to tell a visitor about 900 day siege of St Petersburg 100 thousand people starved to death 75 thousand bombs fell. The Germans had all supply chains cut off in the depths of cold winters. Proud that…

Bed in Winter

So intimate Where we sleep at night I reach for you my beloved ( reader) By morning, such cold feet Circulation is a thing! Less meat on bones Less blood flow But tons of connecting Vegetative willingness to Love – YOU! In all our diverse forms. We are one body! Bark snout webbed rooted skin,…

I am a Warrior

Take Heart   The path is before you The path of heart Walking on moccasin feet  I know you are weary, the mire, the fall Still questioning things long ago decided.  You are a warrior. Bravely entering  the unknown territory As if your life depended on it.  I am a Warrior too  I came here to break…

Fire in the Heart

Best Beloved…. You laugh delighted at the turn of events, your life is an opening a wonder an appreciation of the smallest thing. A door to a second room a chance to make your own cup of coffee. You light a fire in my heart and end every conversation with, I Love You Sally. (…

Imbolic

It’s Imbolic , The Day of Ewes Milk! Lambs wiggle as they nurse. And we find ourselves on this day wiggling between a Solstice and an Equinox. It’s the first day of winter’s turning. And if I stand very still as if listening for a far off mountain stream, my mind lets go of it’s…

Coffee High

“I’m just waiting to see if my coffee chooses to use it’s power for good or for evil” Honoring the range of possibilities I tip tow on the catwalk… threes cups in strung like a net over the frothing sea of emotions. Caffeine accentuates the moment to moment precipice of every minute to be conscious…

Daily Good

I read in yesterday’s Daily Good about an artist and a mother, named Rachel Callander, who worked with hospitals to change their wording on their medical forms from just what was broken in her child to add, what they loved about this child, what they enjoyed…. so that these beautiful things would be part of…

January Reflections

January is stock show season in Denver Bulls with blackened hooves ready to tap dance…. their curly hair blown back by a hair dryer, Such care. The bull is the beloved! An oiled Nundi! The warm smell of animals has a settling effect. Can I just stay here until spring? It’s not an easy time…

Thread Belly

2022 222200002222000 2022 Two represents duality and Zero is non dual Zero is you and me before and after and in between. But we do want for guidance here with our demanding human life… maybe if I can get lower down in my own sweet body into my belly out of the head ( out…

Beaver / God

Are the young cottonwood volunteers (perfect beaver food) that have grown up here after the flood. We also planted a number of trees and now we have a beaver who thinks nothing of taking down a major tree…… which is exactly what happened. It’s interesting to receive a heavy blow from a creature I have…

Bramble Temple

and we are not separate. The electromagnetic field that is my body interweaves with yours waves on the ocean. Tomorrow is my sister, Jan’s, 80th birthday. She is already with the beyond ( but still here in form) The family is freaking out- of course But what I feel is her readiness, to just be…

Lodging

In this season of the descent Where Innana gets hung up on a meat hook in the underworld (in an attempt to aid her sister) whittled down to nothing no arms or legs or head- just a trunk And isn’t that just it…. Our besties do this whittling although we truly wish they wouldn’t sisters,…

Unstuck

that I have been fairly aggressive of late demanding a way out…. shouting, stomping, pouting, wailing, interesting to track because something gave way under the weight of my desire for liberation. I was given this question “Whose eyes are you looking out of” and in this moment, I saw my soul. And it’s more like…

Integration

Make Love Not War Granny says- “Make Love not War with Beaver and Redtail Blessings” This year’s image for my annual print (brought through in a mediation) captures my inner masculine supporting me… No small thing- this.. taken a lifetime! How do men pull it off? We have a four point buck in runt here,…

Cooking Apples

My friend held her hands out far demonstrating the masculine principal known as Shiva That which holds, that which offers divine space for the feminine, allowing wild Ms Shakti to explode if she wants to He just holds the space for her, no worries. Like warm apples in a pot ready to be made into…

Peter Pan and Captain Hook

Getting our toes wet dipping into that salty sea of old age wet with worries, not unfounded Peter Pan and Captain Hook ( that’s me) and a crocodile with a ticking clock inside. My mate keeps to his work but the truth be told, everything takes three times longer. Perhaps it’s time to go deeper…

A ( not easy)Recipe for Change

John and I have been going at it I’ve been introducing what could be called a a homeopathic dose a suggestion really… That we turn our sights toward our older years ( we are in our 70’s) mutually gazing into the pasture of our later years (Really not John and I at all) So I’m…

Michele and Terry’s Wedding

It was the wedding of the century and I was there. Terry and Michele both live at Mesa Vista the nursing home where my sister lived. Michele always knew where Anne was. She is the gatekeeper at the vortex a cosmic human, surviving a near fatal motorcycle accident in her 30’s Some of us get…

Jan whom I Love so much!

Jan would be the first to leave the wedding. Her health has been poor and it was a cold night. But when she stood, cane in hand a line began to form……. Her family seeking to say goodnight or something, touching in for a moment of being close…. Wildly radiant as she met each one…

Getting Past our own Limitations

Events have conspired A long held door is open It’s time for me to exit the Matrix. The enculturated conditioning, is now illumined “Step through” the unknown whispers…… Joseph Campbell says this… “Our demons are our own limitations which shut us off from knowing the ubiquity of the spirit. The consciousness is enlarged and more…

The Face of the Beloved

This is my dear friend. We are very fond of each other and I don’t think it’s just because I feed her. Today’s breakfast was a pesto over old beans with carrot tops, a tasteless peach and part of an apple. A fair meal for a friend, Pig, pure pleasure to know you there it…

Before the Womb

“Before my body formed in the womb the pattern of my being existed as electrical elements” Trees too- the wonder of it. My neighbor, Daniel’s wisdom grinning at me from under his straw hat….. one day he got picked up by an envoy ( ET) and when he asked why him? A voice said “…

Stargazers, 71 and 13

When I woke up sputtering for air…. (Apnea is so weird,) I decided to make tea to sip it under the stars. mid- August, Perseid meteors above. Our young guest’s light was on, he was sneezing, pointing to the cat. Making him a hot chocolate we went out into the night… Sitting on the bridge…

Getting my Feet Wet

Imagine yourself standing on a beach near the waterline as you gaze out over the ocean. The wet sand is so solid that your feet leave only the faintest of imprints… You step forward to stand just within reach of the leading edge of the waves. As each wave curls around your ankles and then…

Apple Pie- 4th of July

I am making an apple pie For myself, and for my big bumbling country made up of individuals wrestling with the same demons. Remember how Jimmy Carter got busted for having lustful thoughts Well, I’m busted too, my thoughts are often not great, a form of shadow boxing that I think is real Lustful would…

A Puff of Air

A puff of air, as we sailors call it rippled the surface of the lake this morning. My sister has had a touch and go year. She’s hoping to be getting off of a mean medicine this month that has kept her energy low. I painted the two of us sailing our boats, side by…

New Consciousness

In the new consciousness I may try to trick you into believing the myth of my un-reality for the thousandth time But knowing you you will see my shimmering edges…. the shared knowledge that I’m really awesome and free. “You are the River and I am the Shore” Summer Solstice painting 2021 “Cause you are…

An inside cat goes out!

finally understands that Water… Is water , The sheer joy of communication with another human being! I think that many of us are posed for the same kind of breakthrough On this eve of the summer solstice. Just don’t try to be funny in an e mail, Humor requires a face, a wink and a…

Big Horn Sal

Having been lulled by the river I rock in a constancy, the heart rhythm, ancient. I grow horns, smooth and sharp. Being on the Yampa River again and again I am tuned to the deepest pattern, the Nous The presence of all, the body permeable. The mind empty the community not mine but all. There…

The Sixth Sun

Tomorrow is the official start of the Sixth Sun after thousands of years of the Toltec Fifth Sun My guess is that we are in for a higher frequency and more fun. This will be an adjustment….. sometimes when I look at my hand it’s curled into a fist, like I’m ready to fight…. for…

Lusty Month of May

As the song from Camelot goes “It’s the Lusty month of May” When everything goes Astray ….. It’s time to do a Wicked thing or two” as we dance with our skirts flying. I loved musicals as a kid…. and I love presents. It’s almost my birthday and Willow told me…. “Oh your love language…

Old Friends

How many times has Jean Pierre hooked and brought to the surface a glimpse of the divine in her form as a Fish. Shouting, “Nowma Come Quick” and me running upstream on old legs to witness the miracle, of a Rainbow or a Brown alive and wise in the ways of water. But today after…

attitude adjustment

I haven’t been sleeping well and John suggested that before I go to sleep I celebrate today’s catch…… what was gathered throughout the day this vignette, who I fed or spoke with what was said created, dug or planted. To spend some time sorting through admiring this and tossing that. I’ve been unconscious of my…

Sharp Shinned Hawk

At breakfast, Emily Brontë fedbits of bacon and beef tothe merlin she rescued. The heart, like the sharp-shinned hawk,is trainable, if a littlehigh strung. Consider its range of alarm calls and chatter. by Jane Satterfield Poetry points to the other spaces. Getting us unstuck for just a moment, thereby loosing my tight grip with which…

Burning

I have a bunch of gnarly inner work to do. I still want to project my pain blaming You of course… You, who conveniently always do something wrong… or I could get somewhere for a change… I could just stay present to the pain and burn in the slow fire of what hurts…. what scares…

The Labyrinth Keeper

Sometimes you will come upon her, the Keeper of the Labyrinth, a tall woman with pinned grey hair and colorful clothing. She’s an artist friend, the steward of this place. It’s her anonymous gift where people find solace with their pain and joy too. I saw an arty guy there one day with a contented…

Accomplishing a Miracle

There are twelve paintings at Red Cloud Indian School of The Stations of the Cross Reflecting…… the twelve times when Jesus paused, that fateful day, on the path to his temporary death. The artist understood, the equality of the man and the woman. They are dressed in the same fabric and color. Without her, he…

Can i

can i be really small and jump into your pocket and travel about with you as you blossom into your next iteration? (like a stone person, winking at you.) Gerald One Feather once pulled from his pocket, a stone person who winked at me. You can imagine my surprise? Nothing has been the same since!

Dark Earth, Daffodil Yellow

Everything I read or hear that points to the” mystery”, to the” not knowing” is a comfort. My mother in a hushed voice would sometimes say, after I’d been explaining some theory or another… “Oh but Sally, remember the Mystery.” Alice Walker has this to share….. “Some periods of our growth are so confusing  that…

Last Day of February, A Painting

The purple darkness of our valley delights in the sunlit tree branches, a contrast like my own heart, not ready to release winter, it’s bones that reveal the structure of life, a sadness that is sweet only because it is true. Today on the first day of March I morn the passing of the season…

Tender

You had a shower and a job and a good working car. You made us meals and loved us while we experimented with lack and beards and breastfeeding cutting wood and outhouses. It was grand and we loved you. Thank you dearest. News of your death went out viva e mail to a group referred…

You are the Medicine

Put Love in your tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter everyday by listening too your intuition looking at the world with your…

For Calling the Spirit Back

For Calling the Spirit back from Wandering the Earth with Human Feet Call your spirit back it may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgement and human abuse You must call in a way your spirit will want to return speak to it as you would a beloved child Welcoming your spirit back…

Pain becomes Nectar

Falling forward unable to breath the tip of the spear is lodged near my heart. Who was it who threw it? Was it my past self a battle scared remembrance a figment requiring healing, now? How well I know these oldest perceptions my hidden and gnarled misuses of love. Healing is an act of courage…

Into the Fire

When I try and get away…. it’s so much better if I just leap from the frying pan right into the fire. Frying pans are flat, one dimensional whereas fire is not under my control, like love. It’s an alchemy, pain is the catalyst, the necessary spark and the fire is a leap, a trust,…

Inauguration

I am inaugurated I am present- ent And whether I live or die I am the underlying wholeness. Hafiz says this…. Just sit there right now. Don’t do a thing. Just see. For your separation from God Is the hardest work in this world. Let me bring you trays of food And something That you…

Unbound Restorative Justice

We can not heal what we can not acknowledge. In the economy of grace, as offered in Desmond Tutu’s, South African, Truth and Reconciliation Commission, where all had to take proper and public responsibility for their mistakes, not for the sake of punishment but for the sake of truth and healing. Radicle grace is being…

Madam Vice President!

My mother subscribed to Vogue and I buy it for my daughter, Willow Their sense of fashion skipped a generation when it came to me. I got into ripped jeans during protests in college and never got out of them. But just look at this fine woman leader on the cover of Vogue. Tennis shoes…

Navigating Love

Having lost the charts of the rugged coast this bold lack of navigation now has us fully lost. What returns at this late hour is a song we sang in our youth on the bow of the Amorita. It’s a sailors lament about running out of whiskey. “And I scarcely think that I’ll get a…

So Be It

I’ll do me and you do you and together we will create wants needed for the whole of life to thrive! Jan3, 2021 Love Sally

Loving Jan

I called my sister today. She’s been in a nursing home over the holidays. I have not been sleeping well. When she answers the phone I rest back in my chair it’s the soft tone of her voice, an instant pleasure, my first love, my beloved. I am myself because of you. Love a small…

Rest Well Kitty o

Our time has run out no more sand in the upside down clock. Mother Earth is calling to you where your no longer warm body will rest. Her timing is impeccable, neither of us could continue. Me cleaning up after you and you so very ill. Our final act of love is being with each…

Burglar Siblings

My brother and I are from a long line of burglars. It’s an unconscious profession, an undisclosed mythos a trade passed down by generations. If we could just admit the truth ( our love of thievery) my brother steals from me and I steal from him. This acceptance is Love freed from it’s box, the…

A Poem for his Grandmother

I am water, only because you are the ocean. We are here only because old leaves have been falling. A mutching of memories folding into buried hands. The cliffs we learn to edge The tree truck hollowed, humming. I am a tongue only because you are the body planting stories with thumb. Soil clings to…

Thanks Charlie

I contemplated my friend’s joy in the middle of the night when I was not sleeping. How can her joy not be diminished by pain? There is no be doorway into joy, If I have to look for it I will not find it. Guilt likes to keep in seeking and not finding. The idea…

Why I Write!

Just like Mr Banks I want to lift my leg and piss on the high grass for whoever passes by. That’s why I write It’s primal. I want you to get a whiff of me, my essence discovered I want to be available in our two way communication. A kiss, a love letter, the wave…

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