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and begging a sculptor, its seems Told no, turned away or I may cast off my dreams What is this madness driving my days, a full moon body taken by a woman’s craze It stuns in my tracks, like I am watching a show and gasping and pleading not to go, yet there she rollsContinue reading “I am as brittle as clay”

My kitchen window looks out on a church. At this hour, it is baked in sunlight and glowing a nice rust color between reds and browns. There are several long windows that glow blue and yellow when the church is alive past dark. Its tower is red again, with open windows displaying a large brassContinue reading “My Church”

Tobacco Root Mountains, Montana The colors of winter are a pallet all its own. Blues, yellows, whites, a Montana landscape untouched. As the world slows, I long to see the horizon fade into the gold sea of the plains. Every year I am brought to tears by this grandeur. Two mirroring poles of the earth,Continue reading “plain to the ridge”

my paternal grandmother gives me my namesakes earrings. Her adoptive mother whom I wrote to last week. Returning to our roots, truthfully, with intention beyond comfort. We live in a world that is seeking, constantly, for the next next next, a different way to do what we have always done. Not a better way, justContinue reading “To Mother; beginning, ending,”

“Dirty Lil, dirty Lil Sittin’ on top of the garbage hill never took a bath and never will *Spit, ting* (spitting into spittoon) Dirty Lil” This was a song sang about my grandmother’s mother. She was a big, jolly woman with an outpouring laugh. She was also a nun and my namesake. Everyone adored LilContinue reading “Dirty Lil”

Years pass along like sails and murky water dilutes in rays of sun , A human soul is built only on compassion and love torn down in fear , What a more beautiful exchange than a smile and shake of hand by men different in all ways ‘ Patiently in whisper one passes on aContinue reading “Haiku as Prayer”

Offering prayer to others as I have just learned it myself like a long game of catch-up. The sun is hot and dries the day out snow melt cricks hardly ease. It daunts me, faith in my own capacity, faith to relay on You. Come to face all I’ve longed an entire life for, faceContinue reading “faith and/or love?”

It does seem, in so many places I look, not a soul will dare and submit to love. They are lonely because, void because. Perhaps I can boil this down to the root of modern woe. Symptoms of facelessness, divisiveness, physical and mental health on the decline, a world wrapped in to a small smallContinue reading “writing of love 1”

Years back, I fell in love with a place and faces I likely won’t touch again. I relished in minds unlike my own and simple conversations that strung a web of a future I reckoned only in dream.I saw one day, as my first true fall set in, a tree that held every color. TopContinue reading “Loves long and lost”

As a late onset of winter, as a thick husk, peeling, as a veil, I open the door again, and bright sun blinding and harrowing washes me over, I have taken the first step toward a life. / The wet season pulls me from me. Winter is the blood for us women the steeping ofContinue reading “Dormancy”