Paper’s advent may have done more to shape human culture than anything. Where would we be without it? No books, no deeds, still recording laws on tablets of gold and stone? Scrawled Sonnets of Shakespeare in the dust on the ground? No notebooks of da Vinci with drawings of flight, no newspapers, no letters home, no love letters full of […]analog, by hand, paper, tactile
tilting Earth moves, inexorable, grinding slowly in her rhythmic journey around the Sun. shadows stretch slanted, low and long, calligraphy, inscribed of Autumn’s hand. a feather’s shaft pierces the ground and there stands, a sundial, marking hours of passion in sliding daylight. in the new darkness of morning we sleep. I am drawn, a rare […]autumn, Darkness, Dreams, Earth, forest, Light, Mystery, Passion, Sleep
I tend to be far more interested in real things than virtual things. I want real life – I don’t do FaceBook and I’m not much interested in social network friendships. I like to smooth my hand over the skin of my lover’s face so much more than I enjoy seeing his latest Tweet. I […]paper, tactile
I am thankful for many things in my life, but none more exalted than the fact that several decades ago, a plainspoken Mennonite man and woman brought into this world a beautiful, shining girl child—that I would one day come to call “Rags”. It took several decades after that for our lives to collide, but I […]
Their song of love echoes electric — they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]gems, history, instruments, love, memories, music
Today I read there are only 59 adult wolves left in Yellowstone. And f~@#ing Exxon spilled 54,000 gallons of toxic sand tar oil into the Yellowstone River. Perhaps it is better to just go out and wander into her deep heart than despair indoors by reading the news?