For whatsoever from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide unto another brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
from The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser, 1590
Excerpt from: The Faerie Queene
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Lines from a Non-Existent Novel
she stepped quietly from the ancient taxi cab, and faced the door without a handle–pushing in softly; the smell of vanilla floated between the swells of wildflowers in cracked jugs and the soft mewing of a tiny black kitten on a crushed velvet pillow welcomed her home
Excerpt from: The Great Gatsby
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…And one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
from The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925
Random Thoughts on a Walk
there is the man with the three german shepherds–i pull my own pup away from them, passing the little free library, i see that peter rabbit is keen to be chosen by someone’s tiny curious hands and i think about my own children and how they’ve grown, and how i love them more than i could have ever imagined loving–how watching them fly away and watching them become such good and kind people has been so joyful, but there, a butterfly flits from one stem to another and its soft yellow beauty transfixes me in the moment as i stop to listen to the humming of the bees–juliet pulls on her leash and i see the grey neighborhood cat approaching, so i walk onto the uneven bricks, crossing the street near the bright purple garden, close to where i once photographed a smashed can of orange crush
Adrift
it was a feeling of desolation—of being unmoored, set adrift at sea
Lately
sunsets on the water
friends and wine and cheese and grapes
faerie doors in the forest
paints and pencils and books and coffees
Lyrics from the song Bella Donna
And the woman may be awestruck
And the woman may truly care
But the woman is so tired
So the woman disappears
Come in out of the darkness
Bella Donna my soul
Don’t change, baby please don’t change
from the album, Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks, 1980
Dream Peonies
a dream:
she cradled the peonies in her arms tenderly before waving and turning away—and it was the sweet peony smell that lingered, upon awakening, in the morning breeze
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