creative ramblings & reverie

Monday, September 25, 2017

Writing Spaces

     Regarding the recent rejection slip you sent me.  I think there must have been a misunderstanding.  What I really wanted was for you to publish my story, and send me fifty thousand dollars.
     Didn't you realize that?"

—Snoopy, and Charles Schulz


The elder with the walker who
has talked to us about the turtle eggs
visits the swan, late afternoon:
his favorite friend, his self-appointed charge. 

One, all careless grace,
the other clumsy and conspicuously careful,
come to grace

the slow, excruciating way around.


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Writing Spaces

image:  Bench with Roses

On the Bookshelf

On the bookshelf,
and Sherlock Holmes—
three guides

into the unknown

and then
the flopeared flannel rabbit
my painted teacup
the terracotta artist pen
to see me safely through

another day


Monday, August 21, 2017

Writing Spaces

image:  vintage photo


an African basket
full of green beads,
the broken strands
confided to it
months ago, forgotten
there, let go

but coiled in
the mindful darkness,
in the way of sleeping
animals or seeds,
luster abides


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Writing Spaces

One of Matisse's women reading—but what?  What writer gets to occupy that Matisse space?