The Paradox of Nomadism

It is raining again. Fat heavy drops weighing on The Gardener’s sad flowers, gerbera, I think— and I am here looking for the home that I used to find in writing. Autumn is a good place to start.It is cold in the kitchen and the windows need a scrub. For three years I have lived here and I have never, not even once, cleaned these windows. They are dusty, and there is a big gap between pane and frame that none of us can close, and there are three small snails sucking themselves along the glass, two in the petrichor air and one in here, with me....more

My mom stopped by today...

My mom stopped in today.. but she wasn't really here.She left us New Year's Eve, 3 years ago this year.There are days it seems forever, since I have seen her face..then days like today happen and her presence fills this space....more


From my blog Take It Easy, posted Sunday 16 November...more

Solitary Light

Post for Wednesday, 11/12/2014, is up even though I missed midnight by a few minutes. Here's the link. This Caring Heart


Gently we wake ‘Neath this new feeling We look quietly upward Eyes on the ceiling Of blinking bright stars That streak ‘cross the sky Of planetary wonders Alive in our eyes And we know what it is To love one another Deeply and truly Madly, forever So gently we kiss Into this new night And stoke up the fires We’ve carried inside Hidden away From the eyes of this world Until we could share it This love that is yours And mine And ours- Divine Empowered....more

Fault Lines

Fault linesStress fracturesHidden deepSometimes dormantEven forgottenUntil …A momentAn implicationA thoughtless actionAn inactionUnknowingly ProdsPokesJabsDagger sharpDisclosingEvincing My fault linesAgain And againAnd again ...more

I am the Humble Computer

I am the humble computer,But I can be your best tutor.I can teach you maths and science,And create a whole new world,By computer animation and drawing.You bet, I can keep the accounts best:Thus, banks , railway companies and other firms can now rest.But online shopping, chatting and the internet, won't let you rest.I am the humble computer, but I'm in great demand,You're life dear, to a great extent is under my command!...more


Dancing demonon my soullaughing, leering...more


My heart had been closed off and hiding out entombed as it was in a world of words and fragments of memories.Guilt, shame and self-criticism were relentless sentries, letting no hope in.I locked my heart to shield me from further pain and EVERYTHING else.Most especially from the one thing that could really heal me -Love.I discovered in the presence of your kind and steadfast love the priceless gift of acceptance without condemnation....more

Class Rondeau

I have the best job in the world.Teaching kids how to write rondeaus makes my heart sing....more