Apricots Growing Wild

Sweet, sweet, wild fruitin the first heat of the day in the desert… Cool and sweet, unlooked-for treat in the desert morning, an oasis… Nectar, glowing, sweet as light, and chill, from the night. Cool and sweet delight heralded by wasps drunk with pleasure… They do not sting, I do not kill– Sweet truce in …

Mystic Whispers: Icarus in the Sky

Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad!  It’s the worst idea you’ve ever hadand there were others I thought were bad! To soar to the stars, you demented bird,takes more than wax wings, or hadn’t you heard?My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd! And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand, though you never considered …

Pioneer Cafe, Montana Morning

Ladies of a Certain Age,girls no moreexcept in the heart:What Life has given,you have takendespite the dreams you had,intentions and resistance:Age acquiring resiliencefor survival’s sakewhen life is hardor dull beyond endurance. Power’s in the circlearound the cafe tableevery morning every dayexcept Sundays maybe:Ladies, older, aging socialize despitebecause of Life;finding, making,sharing, building power’round this tablethis gathering …

The Crow

How do I know me?Can I count the ways?No, really, Can I? Ups and downs and ins and outs…so many of methere seem to beI can hardly sort them allkeep them straightgive timeattentionenergyin fair divide… Who speaks? Which one of metodayis most distraughtdetermineddriven by a feeling,by a cause…? Who of myselveschooses what look to wear today,what colorsstylefabrics and designs? …

“Clear!”

“CLEAR!” I want my heart to move,to stir–to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy…I want the worldto thrill me, charm me,make me laugh,delight me, inspire me to dance,to sing aloud,to share and givefrom my own open heart…and reach out,touching other hearts grown stiff and cold,to bring them backto life,to light–where all our hearts began. CL …

Mystic Whispers: On the Half Shell

Out of the sea on rising foamVenus emerges,makes herself at home, and the Gods all pause a moment to lookand admire and plan…and their canny brains cook… The Goddesses, too– they look and they seea sister to themand a rival-to-be… For the proper attentions, there must always be,to Wisdom, and to Fidelity. And Discord smiles to …

Aftermath

The impassioned moment’s passed,The fight’s gone out of me;tolerance and hope set inwith a sighand by-and-bythis latest violence,outrage, assault against the heart and soulwill pass–and leave me living still and still possessed of most of what I had; Life goes on sublime,absurd,expects the future stillmakes plans investsand wanders down the middle course again somewhere between the hopeless and the glad. Disappointment gnaws away at faith. Perhaps, because …