oh my sweet and tender-hearted girl,
i feel you
i steal you
i reel you
onto my table-top orbit—
i was once new
i was once true
i was once you
You
Tag Archives: writing
Late Spring
cardinals coming and going—flying through the slats on the little side porch, eating at the feeder, drinking in the fountain
a single peony shimmering in the morning sun
cups of orange spice tea on cool nights
family gatherings with pineapple popsicles
glasses of deep red wine into the night
cool linen sheets for afternoon naps
Tulips and other thoughts
I took a photo of the white tulips, a quick shot, a forgotten snap.
The next morning, I posed them on the table adding a canvas to the background, a candle in the foreground, lights on and lights off, an interesting book, some seashells.
In the end the best shot was the simple one I’d taken the day before, as I was headed for the dog leash and a late afternoon walk.
So much of life is like this, where the un-orchestrated is the most pleasing, the image that works.
Note to self: allow things to be themselves, independent, uncluttered and free— people, ideas, love, tulips.
Spring
Forgetting
you forgot her—
and it set the course of my life
Violets and a Fox
there you were, sniffing the violets—
your shoulders hunched and your snout long,
your grey fur, a perfect camouflage on a misty spring night
Lyrics from this song: Rainbow in the Dark
Do your demons, do they ever let you go?
When you’ve tried, do they hide, deep inside
Is it someone that you know?
from the song, Rainbow in the Dark, and the album Holy Diver, 1983 written by Jimmy Bain / Ronnie James Dio / Vincent Appice / Vivian Patrick Campbell
Alternate Worlds
the alternate world of the photographs that get snapped by mistake—blurry and not always decipherable, an abstraction in composition and color and even in thought—infinitely compelling
February Things
glass hearts on the table
afternoon shadows on the door
heavy snow on the trees
spanishwoods 