“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Friday, July 14, 2017

On Sphinx Rock

On Sphinx Rock 
sunlight catches 
two jutting crags.

Against the dark mass 
of head-shaped scrub
they gleam like fangs.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Small Black Cat

small black cat
gazes up at me
ears alert

Trying out techniques from 'IN THE WAY OF BASHO' ebook by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem. This one is 'shasei' (sketch): 'to depict the thing just as it is'.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Asserting Ownership

The small cat settles 
beside me on the bed,
relaxes and closes her eyes. 
It could be accidental 
when she stretches out
touching both her hind feet 
to my leg. It could be ... 
but when I shift a little,
she stretches once more, 
eyes tightly closed,
and pushes her feet firmly 
back against my leg.

Linking to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Visitors from the garden, please note that I have not changed my blog layout and title. This is a different blog from the one you are used to.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Lovely Weather for Ducks

Nothing but rain outside.
It will be like this for days
the house surrounded by darkness
(the windows look like night)
and afterwards
hordes of new mosquitos.

I cancel lunch with friends,
think I might dust the bedroom
(it looks so beautiful clean)
and find the DVD my son recently sent:
Othello, in 1990,
Ian McKellen playing Iago. 

This Time

This time
she did not run away and hide
when I tried to dab calendula cream
on the allergy spot behind her ear.

This time
she hunched on the couch beside me
and submitted,
albeit with a disgruntled face.

This time
after I was done
she got down off the couch,
licked her paw, and deliberately washed it all off.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Autumn Begins with Days of Rain

On the first dry evening
I open the door to the yard
and see in spite of the dark
the vine, as if suddenly, 
fresh green, thick with leaf.

Opening the front door
next morning, still rainless,
I confront mist: startlingly white,
wiping out hills and mountains
above the other side of the street.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

TV Shows About High School KIds

Joyfully discovering Veronica Mars,
and remembering beloved Buffy, I wonder –
is it that I’m permanently adolescent,
or am I trying to recast myself, even now,
as the brave teenager I never was?

Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 2: Honesty