Sunday, December 20, 2009

Shaker Love















her calling was simple

lift the newborns to skies
brushed clean with promise

imbue the children
with the wisdom of animals at rest

untangle the forced love of
women with waspish waists
(their struggles to breathe now over)

impart to men the unflinching
compassion that looks you
straight in the eye...

she writes, and

the frantic curves of her
calligraphy--a sweet, shaky graphic--
unlocks a puzzle that utters
all those words never spoken

which is then carefully distilled
to a tentatively growing thing
teased into blooming
(a surprisingly fiery flower)
(a rather gaudy blossom)
before ending
its strange fruition as a pink radish
tipped in haloes of light

Carl Sandburg Home in snow






One of my favorite places--in a different light...

Monday, December 14, 2009

Inner Kandinskys





Thanks to Maggie for encouraging me, Cian, & Luke to greet our inner abstract painter selves and create some spontaneous art!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Angels tend the miraculous unfolding...

A tunnel book I made, not so recently. Some more of these need to be created!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My heart split open to reveal
tiny glowing cities
filled with empty reliquaries

These little containers
were covered with a fussy
kind of silvery filigree

But inside--nothing
to see, nothing to take home with me
except a lining of ruby red velvet

both smooth and plush to the touch