Tell Me About You

There might have been a small overflow of posts from 10 yrs ago or more come up in your email from the blog this weekend from when I was updating my WordPress plan…These were posts mysteriously restored and not an avalanche of relevant news, my apologies. I wrote this About Me yesterday to share on…… Continue reading Tell Me About You

“As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

—for Miss May Ziadeh You were close to me last night with your compassion and how you were cherishing me; I felt the feather-soft way your fingers moved through my hair, the shape of your hands familiar and welcome…You placed your face close to mine and whispered in my ear a little while, quick soft…… Continue reading “As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

With My Hands: Flowers Found, Pressed, and Preserved, and A Little Ink Design from My Pen

That is my reflection appearing in glass and this art is now up to date, just complete Wed., Jun. 22, 2022, photo today. Little changes made by clarifying the text in black ink, clear glue, background white, card pasted onto it with the little gathered pressed flowers, this way to emphasize the brightness of the…… Continue reading With My Hands: Flowers Found, Pressed, and Preserved, and A Little Ink Design from My Pen

Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

I do this too…(I liked finding this illustrated at The Boston Fine Arts Museum, my own photo of this artwork I saw there)…with my silver aluminum water canteen and poetry book, and a rock to sit on. Friday, May 27th, 2022 Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi I think I’d really confused and worked…… Continue reading Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

It’s Monday and the Right Rumi Has Arrived

May 23rd and continues a few days It’s Monday and the right Rumi has arrived. I’d sorted through editions, I found this pocket-like book containing that same 800 yrs ago poetry, but this time presented by various translators, the main editor’s aim to preserve Rumi’s original rhythm and conciseness. I could see that coming true…… Continue reading It’s Monday and the Right Rumi Has Arrived

Toward Me

These little yellow flowers flown upon the breeze landed on my lap tonight; I liked them…After a little while, I placed the strand of flowers in my purse to take home. Just a moment before the flowers, I’d realized I’d found the wrong edition / format Rumi for me, but it looks like the right…… Continue reading Toward Me

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…

What? He Likes the Way He Looks

“Yeah and?” —Peeko The bathroom door was mostly closed and I’d opened it to behold the above view… (📷photo by Dan his dad). 🐱 … photo by me, Monday morning My two full-length poetry books on the coffee table, Moonflower (2018) and A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame (2021). Peeko doesn’t actually endorse anyone’s poetry…… Continue reading What? He Likes the Way He Looks

From Love Sonnets of Proteus, poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I am reading through poetry in a pair of anthologies I’d found at the library…here’s one, the first in the book. * From Love Sonnets of Proteus by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt I see you, Juliet, still, with your straw hat Loaded with vines, and with your dear pale face, On which those thirty years so…… Continue reading From Love Sonnets of Proteus, poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

“Who Knew”

Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet…… Continue reading “Who Knew”

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

From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

Prose poetry was the form author May Ziadeh was best known for in her own time, and which I myself noticed instantly as I’d read this particular type of poetry of hers how it felt supremely desirable. A few passages I’d like to share from Fleurs de Rêve beginning with the introduction of the prose…… Continue reading From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

A Serenade by Ameen Rihani

A Serenade by Ameen Rihani from Myrtles and Myrrh (1905) The moon hath said her sad good-bye,     My sleeping queen; And all the stars are wondering why    Thou art unseen. Behold! abashed, they take to flight, As through the casement breaks thy light.                 Arise, my dawn, arise!      …… Continue reading A Serenade by Ameen Rihani

Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…… Continue reading Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

More Poems and Even More Poems, Bringing Out the Purple Wizards…with Jason Preu

📰Fresh off my Goodreads Press, the poetry book whose title and cover had been hidden by the first book on my coffee table, for suspense, included with that first one generously as complimentary bonus book by author—revealed now that it’s read, my introductory thoughts about the book: More Poems about Purple Wizards and Neon-Bright Exceptionalisms…… Continue reading More Poems and Even More Poems, Bringing Out the Purple Wizards…with Jason Preu

Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’

Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that…… Continue reading Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’

Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

Here’s a poem Edna St. Vincent Millay (b. 1892) wrote…from her book Collected Poems called “To Elinor Wylie.” It’s a series poem containing sections (six), full of sonnet and one in the middle. I read it aloud in the morning fog today on Edna’s birthday Feb. 22, 130 yrs earth. This sky of rose was…… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

A Note About What’s Just Beneath that Repetition

When I find I am repeating something I’m ‘excited about,’ I’ll often hear uneasiness, and that’s often been more about a doubt of my own that is worth listening to…even if I may want to dismiss it all as pure excitement—Re: Beginning to write a novel? ’Now may not be the time.’Time can be spacious…… Continue reading A Note About What’s Just Beneath that Repetition