And so I say   Hypnotic transience circulates through the body of time   And so I say;   Dance with the bones of your ancestors until you join them   Hedonists sip on the philosophical   And so I say;   Burn in the flames and spread your ashes to the edge of the […]

A View from a Window after the Charlottesville, VA race riots, August, 2017 The birds like to perch on the leafless tree. “They have a better view of things,”my husband observed. A better view whether they sit together, or on separate branches. Clear all around to rest a while, test the air, the wind where […]

Aging, Weston Priory Who will last longer, me or this place? It feels like an old marriage. We say to each other, “Don’t be hurt, but I hope I go first.” In its heyday, this hill Vatican II Woodstock every Sunday. I never came then, youthfully declaiming “if everyone likes it, there must be something […]

To the moon and over the stars in a cupboard of   love Sugar lumps; mixed white and brown rough cut, tumbled up. One for the cup, one for the pocket one for the pony (strong, warm, nuzzle up). …………..Come chil’ see the ripple in my muscle …………..that’s the ripple of the earth rising up as […]

Consolation to the Assembled When the bishop of Tarragona untied his own sandals did his fingers tremble with fear or only joy? Chanting a blessing for the fire he ran toward, Fructuoso prayed to be consumed. Born to the stars. The bone collectors come, leave through the vomitorium folding time, taking precious tokens and holy […]

Little Treasures   On the first nice day in early spring, I see her stop at the porch steps, her little red Radio Flyer behind her. She looks down at my landscape rocks, scanning her head side to side, ponytail bouncing, then carefully selects several and sets them quietly down in the wagon. She knocks […]

Ghost World 3 – Disillusionment   All my life, I have lived in this brown body. Skin once fresh and new, smelling of newborn fire, has been washed, burned, dirtied, pained, adorned, loved. I speak now in this single body, both living and remembering, trying to reconcile understanding. Every memory has been imprinted into my […]

Ceschiatti’s Angels Do you believe in angels? Ceschiatti did. He also believed in angles – acute sharp-pointed ones, ones that were greater than a right angle and less than 180 degrees, triangles with three unequal sides and ones having two equal sides – isosceles is the word I was looking for- because it’s a good […]

Beneath the Sparrow’s wing; Floats Venice And us; searching for the light. each pointe lifting us so far, stucco facade reaching heavenward. Each choral offering, masked face cast upward. Up beyond the shadows, the half-opened shutters the narrow Calle; the Sparrows flit. We walk each open piazza note stippled reflections glance down every canal. Stand […]