The Choir The composer cries across the years, “I lived! I lived! I wrote these marks upon the page. Bring them to life again!” And so we do. The organ pipes begin to sing, The organ master’s … [Read more...] about Three Poems
September
Grey sky. Undertones of change. Already we need candles for dinner on the porch. The long dark tunnel of winter is coming, The constricting cling of layered clothing, The struggle to see the road … [Read more...] about September
Selling the Snark
Bob has been wanting to get my ancient Snark sailboat out of the garage. He looked around and found a person in Waltham, Jim@sailboatstogo, that had a website for Snarks. He was going to gather the … [Read more...] about Selling the Snark
The Joys and Sorrows of Plein Air Painting
I used to be able to paint outside, back when I knew less. I would just sit down and slap paint on dry paper. And I was younger then. I could sit for hours on the ground and then, more importantly, … [Read more...] about The Joys and Sorrows of Plein Air Painting
Young Girl Dream
The young girl emerged from the trees At the edge of the golden field Undulating waves of grass Whispering, Calling her name. She galloped into the wither-high grass, Pale mane and tail … [Read more...] about Young Girl Dream
The Post Office Incident
Phineas Barnaby was on his way to the post office to mail his bills and he was feeling a little uneasy. The post office had always been an institution one could trust. “Neither snow nor rain nor heat … [Read more...] about The Post Office Incident
My Epidemic
I can still picture an incident from my childhood. I was so thirsty, so very thirsty. I came slowly down the stairs, my throat so sore and dry I couldn’t speak above a whisper. “Mommy, Mommy,” I … [Read more...] about My Epidemic
Musing on Football
I have suddenly at age 77 become a football fan. How did this happen?! It all started when my husband Bob was looking for something to watch on TV while he did his exercises. During the week, he … [Read more...] about Musing on Football
Playing in the Dirt
When I reach the end of the day covered with dirt and tired to the bone, I know I have had a good day. As a child, I was allowed to run barefoot and free. I stepped on a bee once or twice, but I … [Read more...] about Playing in the Dirt
Pulling In
The world is too much with me. Crises on every side, Voices scream in my head Do something! Do something! But, oh, can I not, just for a little while, Pull into my spiral shell all the way to the … [Read more...] about Pulling In