memories are like ghosts—
slipping through open doors,
stealing through open windows,
piercing through open hearts
Memories
Tag Archives: musings
Fog
the fog rested on the breath of the morning air–
lingering in dusty corners of gauzy dreams
Sharpened Edges
A Little List of Things I Like
i like roses in a whiskey bottle,
and wine in jelly jars,
things that are old and worn and torn,
motorcycles and vintage cars
Excerpt from the book: Smile
“And so I’ve grown to love the syllables in the word maybe. Today my head is full of maybes. Maybe healing is not linear. Maybe there is no one health care savior but many patient practitioners. Maybe the long haul is longer than anticipated. Maybe, a nap is in order. Maybe writing down your story helps. “
from the book, Smile by Sarah Ruhl, 2021
Shadows on a Curtain
morning light filters through the curtains and shadows sway across the room, across the steaming coffee cup wrapped in my hands, across the changing seasons, across time
Details
there is such great pleasure to be found in small details
After the Rain
after the rain, we contemplate the early morning fog and the lushness of the leaves and the pungent smell of the earth
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
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
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