Month: January 2021

As the full moon wanes, I celebrate the birthday of my spiritual brother. My logical brother and my sensual brother were born in the spring. Mark and I and our sisters were born in the winter. We all carry the lore of our family, each with their own volume. The last time the brothers were…

The sleek thighs of the prairie rise in remembrance and reclamation, bearing grass as fruit and wind as wine and stars as beads of sweat. The sweep of the breast and the rise of the hip shape the sky and pull the weary traveler into a clear pool of dreams and flesh and molten honey….

A pink dream wrapped in a feather pillow, loose on a moonlit night, a kiss with eyes open, with arms linked, with the past and the future fused into the river banks, never to meet, but always married by the water. Magic must come from somewhere, sometimes it rides in on the backs of the…

The silver serenade of the full wolf moon has begun, finessing the notes balanced on either side of the harmony, laying the melody out like a silk coverlet across the winter grass. There’s no chorus, just verse after brilliant verse. She wears a magnificent halo as she slips out of the dark cloak of clouds…

The full moon rose at 7:02 to a thick mask of clouds across the sky. It was still hidden at 7:30 when I got home, but by eight, when I left the house, it had just started to present itself, scrubbed clean and polished, burning through the brutish clouds as they backed out the door,…

I was prepared to give my knee a rest last night, stay in and clean the kitchen, maybe even get to bed early. As soon as I got in the car to head home, the radio announced 2-3 inches of snow overnight. Hmm. I love a little snow. My weather app said it would come…

We touch the patterns, run our finger across the moments that tie us together, caress the woven fabric that we wrap our bodies in. I only pause long enough to draw in the last rays of sunlight. I will need them later, when midnight comes and I am still wrestling the alligator of words to…

Ride the wind, trick the light into thinking that it is not you, there beside the trees not blooming, the grass not green, the air only dreaming of warmth. If you construct your world around these absences, this permanence, this fragrance of loss and this reflection of joy – you will be graced with all…

I believe that Dad encouraged my stargazing because he saw my fascination with the night sky as we rocked in the ancient swing set in the back yard, as he watched me discover awe for the first time. I had questions that he couldn’t answer, so we bought books, charts, measured the azimuth of planets,…

As I approach the first month of doing this, I have to reassess my process. My first motivation came from being excited by the fact that my new bionic knee was allowing me to actually go on a real-live walk around the golf course near my home. Walks that had been absent for a decade…