I crawl between covers Snuggle with pirates and beekeepers Curled up on the greening floor Where may pops shake out their shoulders. Nearby a fiddler plays fluffy tunes Spun from silken sunbeams Caught in a net by yellow finches Perched high above a sea of waving leaves Until a crane swoops down Tucks one underwing... Continue Reading →
Movement
She strides through crowds Swarming alleys that form a tented bazaar Thick with smells, Guava, cardamom, bubbling oil, champa, Her eyebrows knit together Eyes scanning for where she must Twist at the waist, lead with her shoulders Slip through the warp as a ribbon Weaving nonchalantly toward Our final destination: Stalls lined in silks and... Continue Reading →
Coltsfoot
I’m following the colts foot trail right now. First the flowers appear, between end February and late March depending on your area, low to the ground and dazzlingly bright along the roadside, growing where there’s gravel in micro areas that are dry amidst the moistness that comes from being along the creek. The leaves come afterward.
scry
when the call comes . . .
New Beginnings
I began this year illustrating a wonderful book . . .
This Market
"Every second you give away light. We accept. We like this market."
12 Days of Omens
Twelve days of attending to what happens at twelve o'clock in your sanctum leading to the discovery of omens to weave a year with . . .
Whirl and Wonder
A coddiwomple with paint, brushes, new painting surfaces, and Rumi turns into . . . . whirling with wonder.
Turn
For my friends who turn . . .
Scarlet Begonia
You miss the garden, because you want a small fig from a random tree . . .
