“#2”

Your presence creates another world, layered over this world…All of it is transparent…wondrous and original, isn’t it? Time is a glass containing all this, not seeing that it does, or what’s inside…I heard you, so I forgot to look if there was glass shielding this…There is, but the edges are useless. —Jade * #1

These Hands…

In the post, A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show, I’d found some surprise things inside books, like a handwritten paper, so I decided to make up my own writing prompt with an idea I’d had…Whether you try this imaginary exercise or another, these free writes can be plenty of…… Continue reading These Hands…

“In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and words. That night,…… Continue reading “In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

I found this bookmark in a library book I’d taken out and read yesterday, a slim blue copy of literary insight with a little biography of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. From that book, these lines of a poem by Edna I’d not heard of spoke to me most poignantly: The stone the angel rolled…… Continue reading A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

“This Is…”

Humidity. This is the red flower moon full of… This is an anonymous lady shouting out, grilling, “Don’t be sorry, honey!” [to a man with her] of me, after there was no altercation, but only kindly manners, as he’d come quickly around a hidden bend, jogging toward my cart as I stepped aside, said I…… Continue reading “This Is…”

“The Reddest Leaves”

Don’t talk about the dream aloud, so I see that little brown, glossy-coated bear running low to the ground and coming toward me in the solitary, unmoving morning air, beside the outside gate of the swimming pool, and in the dream, I consider, if I don’t glare at the bear, if I act kindly, it…… Continue reading “The Reddest Leaves”

The Moon’s Different Forms Tonight

… Before bed Through the window, the moon is now shaped as a soft golden-yellow chrysanthemum and then like little square windows painted all golden-white…the tears left, the face kissed… while in the dark. —Jade

A Rhythm of Yours

2 songs https://youtu.be/lq4bGpytfVY lyrics: WANDERING —by Courtney Hartman Your generous heart changed me Listening to the songs you sing About loving, imperfectly But loving just the same Singing, we can make a life of being free We can make a life of you and me We can make a life of wandering And the wandering…… Continue reading A Rhythm of Yours

May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat

library corner this afternoon by the window This morning I was very excited to take out the newest flower that had been pressed for a month in a closed book on the shelf (without me intentionally looking; one day I opened the book to read and happened to see it; placed it back.) 🤫It’s a…… Continue reading May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat