quarantine

Uncategorized Apr 01, 2020

I can still see bromeliads growing
  from behind the glass, stalks projecting,
reaching, golden crowns lifting.

And I can see wisteria blooming,
  hanging fragrant purple heads,
mourning in the morning light. 

Birdsong penetrates my walled-off ears,
  and hummingbirds and...

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vanity

Uncategorized Mar 25, 2020

I had one uncomfortable moment when my cousins were visiting me.  Even growing up in the same extended family, we have very different attitudes about some things.  One of those “bones of contention” involves social media.  Other than my blog, I don’t participate...

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pulling together

Uncategorized Mar 18, 2020

“You make your path by
walking it--reading
a virgin track for others
to follow--through meadow,
up hill, into friendship....

...

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mongoose (a mele for my keikes)

Uncategorized Mar 11, 2020

A mongoose slinks and darts away
As if at hide and seek he plays;
He sneaks across the carpet green.
His hope?  That he will not be seen.
What causes such timidity?
Who does he fear?  Could it be me?
Does he dread his own compulsions
Or fear causing vile revulsions?
No matter wherefores or the...

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hawaiian spider lily

Uncategorized Mar 04, 2020

She reaches arms out,
little spindles, spokes
of a botanical wheel--
tentacles of light
about to explode
into floral fireworks.

In pre-profusion,
mystery yet unfurled,
she's overlooked,
ignored; no one cares
what she might be,
until one day she
bursts forth, emanation
white and star-like,
and then someone
...

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arm and legs

Uncategorized Feb 19, 2020

                  “I would give an arm
          and a leg," she said, and then
               one day they were gone.

                 ...

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peace, be still

Uncategorized Feb 12, 2020

A worried world won’t let the weary rest;
amid the clamorous din, beleaguered kneel,
begging for crumbs at the communal feast,
like hungry dogs scrounging for a meal,
and broken down, they long for sweet release,
balm of Gilead poured on beaten backs.

The rock at the base of the tree cries...

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paw prints

Uncategorized Feb 05, 2020

Whatever walked ahead of me
  Left paw prints in the snow
And wild or domesticated,
  I will not, do not know. 

I think a squirrel or otter may
  Have passed this way before,
And humans with their canine friends
  Have passed this way before,

A bunny may have hopped this way,
...

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broken scissors

Uncategorized Jan 29, 2020

She spoke her mind
like holy writ;
a double edged sword
of small proportions,
designed for parsing
joints and marrow,
for penetration
to the heart, words
now lying like broken
scissors, flattened in the street,
trampled underfoot.

Liz McFadzean

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uppity women

Uncategorized Jan 22, 2020

Some of us know the privilege
of burning bras, of Title Nine
and following our bliss.
But, O, those uppity women
in Seneca Falls.  Shoulder to shoulder
they stand in crinolines and petticoats
that belie their ramrod backbones;
unwilling to settle for second class status
or scrabble for leftover...

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