I am alive and thriving; busy and happy.
Gypsy and I are the best of friends now and she makes me smile everyday.
My pen is still as I focus on the other “artsy” things that I do and all that other boring stuff; working, house maintenance, family stuff, my daughter’s wedding…
I hope this message finds all of you happy, healthy and filling bandwidth with beautiful words and thoughts.
Cheers All! ❤
12 May 2017
After losing Mysty several years ago, I didn’t think I’d have another pet but a chance posting caught my eye and I couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty girl’s story. She’s moved in, getting more comfortable everyday and has me talking “baby talk” pretty much 24-7. It’s eccentrically adorable but not conducive at all to poetry writing!
So, all of the things – family, home, Mr. Man and work are pretty much the same. If y’all are writing, grand and if you too are finding more to do on the 3D side of your screen, grander! If you’ve emailed, I never check it; you can reach me via comments or my real email. Take care All!
11 March 2017
This is my baby’s story. I’m so happy she found me!
Everyone deserves a chance ❤
Because it’s Friday, because I miss Hip Hop classes, because “last night you were in my room, now my bedsheets smell like you”, because…
As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
Now honey around you
I’m feeling so good
‘Cause you picked me up out of the rough
And you polished me up and made me brand new
Since I first heard it, this song by one of my idols – Chrissy Hynde – has been a favourite. This Yule it feels even more en pointe; 2000 miles, 9000 days, one kiss…
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
18 December 2016