Dana from My Gorgeous Somewhere has sauntered to the edge of reason, and decided to jump into a free fall of honesty. 100% honesty. Dare you rise to the challenge? If so, post your list, and prepare for questions, for they will come, yes, my friends, they will come.
Here’s a list of different aspects of [...]
Along with over three hundred other conference atendees, I’m studying dreams in Montreal, at the twenty-fifth meeting of the International Association for the Study of Dreams. Each day for four days we attend symposiums and lectures about dreams and visual art, literature, music, and dream research from a scientific point of view.
But my favorite sessions [...]
Branches draw filigree
shadows on the sidewalk–
patches of light become
continents. Africa, Australia,
places of people who might
imagine me in North America.
I see outlines,
purple flowering vines.
Recall a dream– African
violets, different from my
mother’s potted plants,
tiny indigo petals,
miniature folded leaves,
divergent evolution of dream violets.
Buddha Mind
walks with a tortoise
awareness of time.
I lie in savasana, count
down, fall deeper.
Dark space swirls into flashing
dreamlets, [...]
Let’s talk about “Sex”
a flood
inspired
blitz
There are even guides
crystal-encrusted
shaped like the Eiffel
Tower
anyone who lived through it can
women
the concept of mixing
pride
friendships and pursuits
a liberated attitude
men
baring bosoms, midriffs
and upper thighs
~
After reading Pia’s story about her Manhattan and its comparison to the movie Sex and the City, I couldn’t resist posting this found poem. While I was eating alone [...]
The manager of a yoga and wellness spa in Dahlonega, Georgia called me out of the blue to invite me as a guest yoga teacher for the weekend. A yoga teacher friend had given her my name as a new instructor who might be willing to make the hour and a half drive from Atlanta.
The [...]
It’s a jungle out there
I turn right on Matchtown
Street, it’s a dark blur–
cars and accidents abound.
I turn right on Matchtown,
an illegal move, cops on the prowl
bear down on me, emperors
of Matchtown,
where it’s all a blur.
~
3WW: match, blur, illegal
I’m writing this post on Wednesday, but date-stamping it for Tuesday. Hee hee!
My MIL just left after a twelve day visit. Need I say more?
I’ve agreed with a blogging friend to send out at least five poems a month, to both print and online publishers. Whoopee!
My son just graduated from high school. The last month [...]
Today’s Confession Tuesday with our favorite witch, The Polka Dot Witch. Here’s what’s on my mind:
Since my last name is on my blog I hold back from a lot of true confessions. Repecting my family’s privacy and all that.
My mother-in-law is visiting, so my time for blogging and writing has shriveled to a mere hour [...]
when mama ain’t happy
When she unhinged the door
her children narrowed their eyes
and girded themselves for war.
But her new tactic surprised
even them. She unscrewed her head,
and then her neck, propped a hockey puck
on a plastic bottle instead.
Her victory would be a slam dunk–
she drilled holes in the puck to see
her sons scurry behind chairs,
wrists angled. They [...]
Kathleen Battle singing “O Mio Babbino Caro.” (Gianni Schicchi)
Lyrics:
O mio babbino caro,
Mi piace, e bello bello,
Vo andare in Porta Rossa
A comperar l anello!
Si,si ci voglio andare
e se l amassi indarno
andrei sui Ponte Vecchio
ma per buttaarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pieta, pieta!
Babbo, pieta, pieta!
Translation
Oh my dear daddy
I love him, he is [...]
