Friday, May 29, 2015

Catnip for Twinkletoes

Unverified factoids float through the air,
electric breadcrumbs illuminating a chimera of titillation and desire.
Voracious need and insatiable curiosity 
feed on
doppelgängers of smoke and mirrors, built
a pixel here,
a pixel there and 
breach the threshold of consciousness
while infiltrating the world mind.

see me
hear me 
watch me
touch me
know me 

don't look too hard behind that curtain;
don't dig for the gristle, blood and bone.
Just come now:
gather around, chickadees --
I will tell you the BEST stories 
and all you have to do 

is sleep.

Thursday, March 06, 2014

"It may seem that you have no external validation for your art, but you must persist in presenting it to the world. Above all, you must know that it is your job to make the work. As a creative person, you must show up, focus, work, make more work, and present it to the world in order to be truly balanced and whole." 
- Laura Cater-Woods, MFA 
"Balancing Acts: Walking the Tightrope Between Your Creative Path and Daily Life," from Inspiring Creativity

Thursday, July 25, 2013

At Cross-Purposes

Brittle bones may splinter and crack in crisis.  
Some mend with time 
yet hairline fractures remain below the surface.

Secrets and lies have eaten through the natural bonds between us and only a thin veneer of civility covers the gulf separating our two hearts.

Tightly held by guilt and obligation,  I close my eyes--- struggling to hold onto compassion while preserving my own self-respect.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

With simple sweetness and a light touch
   your smile warms my doubtful heart.
I am a restless soul wandering through a maze of my own making
  and yet you hold me tightly against the dark.
I can only strive to be a comfort in the night for you in return.

Thursday, February 28, 2013


Sunlight slips through the hourglass, each grain
a moment, a single hope, a half-forgttoen dream, a buried shame, a biting regret.
Tiny crystals spin ever downward: white lies
told to spare someone’s feelings, invitations delcined,
phone calls and emails unanswered.
Each small transgression dropped upon another,
A slowly built fortess of silence and isolation.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A simple joy

Tea with milk is comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly night, whereas
a café latte is a slap-shot of energy.
The distilled leaves are light and thirst quenching, while
roasted beans eat like oatmeal or dark chocolate.
eyes closed,
I am transported to slow afternoons in cafes when time was my friend, and
I fill with gratitude for this tiny pleasure.

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Miss Miso

Meditating on catnip

Regarding tonight's menu

Sleep, perchance to dream...

Miso shared our lives for 19-1/2 years. Her health had begun failing for the past year, and she died in September. One minute, I held her in my arms, the next, she wasn't with us. Everything should stop for just that one moment but Life simply goes on. The frantic drivers blare their horns, crowds sun and run and giggle on the beach, hordes of movie-goers pack theaters and Holiday revelers shoot off fireworks to a New Year: all are oblivious that this small light is gone from our world. The house is terribly quiet and empty now. Sometimes, she saunters into my dreams. Occasionally, I think I see her out of a corner of my eye, padding into the kitchen or curled up in the corner by the heat register. She was a cuddly lap kitty, and filled our home with a special warmth.