these first-rate mornings. pictures of what heaven must be. but only a glimpse. like looking back at our own image in windows or in the body of a car a distortion a fantasy our minds uncomprehending. as usual.
Dear Miss Lavender, I’ve just come back inside after an evening meander. The sun is bloodshot; red and angry as it reflects the wildfires it sees gathering across the prairie lands. The rest of the sky is calm and hazy and silver. Its telling a story, I think, and we can only see one pageContinue reading “Dear Miss Lavender, Ltr. 2”
Dear Miss Lavender, It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood today. You will ask why, I know, for you are inquisitive, like all of us ought to be. It was beautiful because the sun rose, crisp and new from underneath its covers. It graced the sky with a message of lilac and petunia hope.Continue reading “Dear Miss Lavender, Ltr. 1”
a scalding fever of hope appears strong like coffee in the hand of an early morning sipper drink freely and let down slowly
what is this thing I call faith? what does it ask from me? what does it cost me?
the sun-bronzed, curly-haired boy sits slumped against the neck of his chair and nods at me as I pass in my silver car. I am not driving one of the large trucks charting boats into the park and thus, he has no reason for stopping me. Parked parallel to him sits a red mini vanContinue reading “dancing angels”
what will you do with us now? at one time we looked through stained glass. but here we are: smelling the rhododendron on the other side of a broken windshield. where did it all go?
a thoughtful farmer once said to keep away from electric wire, keep away from screens (like the one you are reading from right now, dear one) and to communicate slowly. She wishes she could be a better poet like him, however, she’s a rather feeble poet at this juncture in her life. She would beContinue reading “slow going”
this is hardly the time for feelings. find your own by diving deep into the coral reef, where you will be met by all sort of strange types. Perhaps there, along with colors and textures and shapes you see only on screens, you will find that complex thing called emotion, and you will pull itContinue reading “coral reef”
“Welcome to heaven” the trees seem to whisper as she plods along, oxfords crunching the cornflaked earth and wind rustling her heavy curls. As nears the bench and looks out over the wide and wandering trees and meadows, her heart dies and goes to heaven, for she knows she is alone and this whole placeContinue reading “A Simple Life”