Well…that’s a downer like, "It’s over…” My beloved tells me that when I throw a rock into a pond the ripples do not stop at the edge of the pond…the undulation continues on & on & on & on, molecule bumping molecule, atoms barreling into dirt to rock through any substance, clear around the world and circling back again. Change ... read more

HAWK & SONGBIRD - poems MESSY & HARD … Life sucks. What happens when the path God gives us, the path we do not choose, doesn’t seem good or wise? For me it was CANCER. What happens to faith when there is long suffering? Loss has no presence. It reveals presence. I call it a walkabout Cancer or other catastrophe—one must ... read more

2/13/24 AHEM. Yoohoo. Me again. All this throat clearing … just to take off writing again... Medical News: Colds, Shingles, another cold, I get what is going around and seem to get over it. Monthly maintenance drugs for the myeloma keep me stable and I’m at MRD (minimal residual disease). Pause with me to enjoy ... read more

I am a donkey when it comes to... heeding colorful chalk messages that have magically appeared  on the sidewalks around my home. Oh I know the messages are good-willed falderol, a form of optimism. So why do I balk? Oscar Wilde once said. “The basis of optimism is sheer terror.” What terror do I speak of? Fact ... read more

I cannot live to write, though it may appear that way at times. The ordinary. The common times. Drudgery and duty. Things I do when no one is watching, those are the seeds of my prose or poetry. Every conversation, every birdsong, oh, remember that glimmer of joy on the mud puddle, the snarl of emotion flung at you, all the goodness and badness in ... read more

Everyone is giving things up and I'm stuck on 40 days. Another 40 days-- Noah bobbing in a flood; Moses too too long on a clouded mountain; Goliath getting his great big self up each day  and taunting Israel; Jesus saying no to tantalizing offers.    Yep, and 40 days of Lent.  The symbol of testing. For most ... read more

Let it be dark. Sun dips. Dusk settles. Black opens her mouth.  Before bed, I unlock the door and tiptoe out onto a frosty deck. It’s December. No moon tonight.  Listen to the deep-grey of far-off highway noise. Past the rumor of clouds, I search for a glint, insistently search as if I must find something to challenge the night. ... read more

Let’s say I thanked you for something. Anything. Giving thanks, transforms a gift.  The gift is enriched. The warm breath of gratitude instills life, sentience.  There I am, my gift looking back at me. I can tell you are thinking of a treasured gift and being thankful all over again.  My momma did not dish out ... read more

Have you ever gotten something, had a stunning moment of great longing finally arrive? And while it unloads its baggage in your margins, you have a caving moment of clarity. Monumental and heavy expectations are making themselves at home. It’s the disconnect between ego that can do anything and reality where you no longer can hide the ... read more

 In 1957, David G. Simons rode a helium balloon up 19 miles... ...tucked inside an aluminum capsule.  Just to see if it could be done. And peek out from on high. He recalled the experience this way: “I had a ringside view of the heavens, where the atmosphere merged with the colorless blackness of space … the sky was so ... read more