The other day, the NaPoWriMo prompt was to re-read a bit of Spoon River Anthology and write something in the voice of someone who has died. That wasn’t the day for me to do it but today, I took that … Continue reading →
Was tangled up in a new project that doesn’t relate to painting or poetry or even cooking! So here I am without too many words but still. I did go out a few times today and take a whiff of … Continue reading →
The sun reached backward to leave cooling eastern clouds with a reminder. Always returning and always disappearing night and darkness comes. Between the farewells, some colorless deer forage in the gray moment. `
Gave myself over to doing some web-stuff today – what a time-sink that always is but still, a job done in the end. In passing, I saw a quote that I chewed on while working until this came out: Put … Continue reading →
Feels like forgiveness Sitting here in the sun painting the waves of daffodils The ones who survived the snow a few days ago, bent, now standing. You can’t tell them from those more newly bloomed. And more to come. I … Continue reading →
Our life is more than our work. Our work is more than our jobs.
