- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: Garden
he informs me I’ve been working for years on this garden– as if there were limits to love buried deep beneath the ground A Hundred Gourds 3:1, December 2013
Rick Daddario’s September 22 “30 Days of Haiga” prompt is “autumn/spring beginnings.” I chose “spring,” because I already had this haiga I made from a shot of my beautiful tree peony. It’s the earliest flowering shrub in my garden, and, although … Continue reading
the winter garden where false hellebore appears without fair warning my sister’s mind a landscape scored with fault lines . . . and furrows I remember once she took us all to drive-ins that convertible when stars blossomed in her … Continue reading
moonbathing . . . her old garden hat shines a little brighter At 12: 01 a.m. –just after my birthday celebration officially concluded–I asked my husband to draw a name out of my garden hat so that I might give away a … Continue reading
touched by heartbreak I vanish into dreamtime stirred by the echo of light footsteps falling through my tree-lined garden –issue #4, Moonbathing: A Journal of Women’s Tanka I’m pleased to be a part of Pamela A. Babusci’s latest issue … Continue reading
in the loud silence of wind and birdsong, I sow forget-me-not seeds from a small paper packet filled with our love’s story Lynx XXVI:2, June 2011 I’m never happier than when I’m in my garden . . . unless, … Continue reading