
i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too

i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too

it’s interesting how much more we appreciate being well, after being sick

sometimes the most common objects
contain the beauty of lost treasure


there are days where the heart hurts

coffee and toast in the morning
mountain snow on a razor-crisp, cold day
pine needles in the rain
old books being opened against a warm, buttery light
puppies biting with tiny razor teeth and sweet milky breath
pink peonies and roses in a jam jar

rain fell in long sheets against the windows,
the sound of quacking ducks traveled on the rising mist,
hot tea sat cooling in a china cup,
while the dog slept on tattered blankets–
another day unraveled from the worn fabric of time

Taking some time away for a week or so. Be safe and warm, see you soon.

“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”
from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney

she recognizes the shadows

i still remember all the things i’d like to forget
and often forget all the things i need to remember