Bubbles sparkle my tongue, soured by lemonquenching only the surface of my thirstI need to be kissed by art,to kiss art herself,sense her effervescence,without diluting the sparkle I throw myself again and againagainst the bitters of lifemaking music by kissing the bone of sorrowso deeply as to delight within the marrow of her joy Photo … More Tonic


Snow clings to sides of treesblown by worldly windsof last night’s winter storm In warm morning sunlightthuds of ice fall like glaciers calvingpocking the snow below Limbs let go of what weighs them downto lift toward the sun and blossom “Zen says everything preaches the dharma…”– Nancy Mujo Baker, dharma teacher and philosophy professor For … More Release

New Now

Gather fluttering energy in the tender green season of this new now, like an infant not knowing, not acting, not speaking, pierce through mystery with joy of new eyes Fresh grass bends easily in faint breaths of wind embrace blurred boundaries as transient truths Photo by Mihály Köles courtesy of Unsplash


A crow caws its lone callhigh in a tree across the street,  two crows in that tree stay silentas their friend calls outin a five-caw measure A new crow flies in from behind melands on a branch beside the caw-crow,another alights in the caucus of crowsnow five crows hang out in the tree The caw-crow … More Awesome

Ode to Gray

Oh Gray, you ancient pigmentof cave drawings and mammoths,you steel our nerves, yet give us room to playwithin the vast grayscale of your nature Oh Gray, you are fluidity between two absolutesyou negotiate compromise between black and whiteyou are a subtle mixture of time’s shadows,ominous as much as you are easily overlooked You’ve the strength … More Ode to Gray

Heart’s Content

I have a busy heartloving otherssometimes aching, sometimes breakingsometimes bursting with pleasure except for one quiet chambercurled into a soft circlelike a sleeping, purring kittensafe from my desires an alcove beyond egowhere I can becontent with contentment. First published February 13, 2016 Top photo courtesy of Pixabay, lower drawing is one of my original zentangles.

February Caesura

No song of color in the sky this morning No scales of pink and peach and orange No whole note of a full moon settingNot even empty music stavesJust a silent pause of grey Note: A Caesura in music is a brief, silent pause in which metrical time is not counted. Photo taken from my … More February Caesura

Plenty of Pleas

Jack gazes out the door wallhis piercing yellow eyes say“I want to go outside.” I unlock the doorslide it open just a wee bitHe sits, contemplating “Wanna go outside?” I ask,animation in my voiceI open the door a bit moreHe sits, assessing options “Go on, Jack, go outside.”He sits, nose in the opening “I can’t let … More Plenty of Pleas

Iteration [pantoum*]

If there was no tomorrow   No chance of success or failure It’s only today, that’s all you get What would you do with this day No chance of success, or failure Reliving the day again and again What would you do with this day If you had a chance for a redo Reliving the same day … More Iteration [pantoum*]


Rarely do we quell words that arise in the midst of pause, too often we graffiti  such a silence with meaningless talk, blurt out words without clear intentions, scar potential harmony bybabbling back and forth,back and forth But sometimes we befriend the pause, allow quiet space to open, listen for common ground expressed in silence … More Chatter