Zoe and Asja in the yard

10 meetings in Hell

Your eyes: pieces of empty fire.

A strange fire, one that scours you inside out.

A fire that doesn't burn, but like dry ice, it leaves twisted thin scars, so fine
no one sees them. But they burn. Without end.


A year passes.

The fire grows without control, burns in a rampage, then retreats.

Gaining strength from the distance, from a lack of air,
it comes back a hundredfold to
again burn the scars leaving new ones, deeper and finer

forever.

Destroyed.

By this past year in Hell.

With you.

owned

He took
the only 2 things that belong to me:
my words and my body.

I took them back:
the one, silenced, and the other, broken.

He still owns a piece of me.

silly question

A man out waking two tiny dogs asked me, " Is it easier to run uphill or downhill?"

He asked me this as I was running up a 7% grade.

I hope he didn't expect an answer.

I am a good hill runner but yes, uphill is always harder because of Gravity; Downhill can wreck your knees. And usually, there is another hill up ahead.

A good steep hill clears the mind.

So, yes and no, Man with 2 tiny dogs, running uphill is easier and harder.

dying tulips

how many ways can one photograph a dying tulip?

taking a rebel walk

My new Canon Rebel that is. Nothing like reframing the world at 7:00 am on my first free day in over a month.

The world outside is green. And many shades of green in light that changes as it rises.

Time to put the camera on a tripod and record a sunrise.

Time to track the opening of my single red tulip.

Time to record the gentle waves of the bamboo in the breeze.

that bee could be your dead aunt

Yesterday, in my recently deceased aunt's garden, I found a bumblebee swimming upside down, struggling to survive. I was cleaning out dead rose bushes, wedding, and sweeping, and enjoying life in the middle of death. The sun was pleasant, and the still Sunday afternoon calm. Just one or two cars driving by, blasting music.

So, I found a stick, and flipped over the bee, who tried to swim to the edge and failed. Finally after two attempts, he charged up the side and flew away.

In some ways, it was like watching my aunt die, and trying to ease the passage to the other side.

One of those little moments that gets lost in the rush of life.

kali

The Mother
wrapped herself in the shroud
crocheted of snow and ice
and the clouds of the day

then proceeded to dance

The stand of plane
The stand of pine trees
Nodded to one another across the fields

The Mother doesn't give away her secrets

Dear Upstairs Neighbors

Dear Upstairs Neighbors,


We have had 4 snow storms so far. We were warned about this last one for days: be prepared for up to 30 inches of snow.

Don't you think it is time to invest in your own snow shovel?

Don't you, two young fit men, feel a bit odd watching a woman with a hurt shoulder shovel your walk so you can get out the door?

Oh, and when you do shovel, it works better when you aren't talking on your cell phone at the same time.


Just saying....

when Ariadne wakes

Ariadne really woke before Theseus left. The truth is that she packed his bags, and sent him to his ship. She waved goodbye, with relief.

When she woke, she saw he was just a man, who was not smart enough to escape the Minotaur alone. He would never admit that she was the agent of his escape. It was really Ariadne who killed the Minotaur.

She climbs back to her plinth to rest from the exhaustion of catering to his every need, and pretending she was happily submissive.

And so, Ariadne wove a fence around Naxos, so he could not return. The magical properties of her thread were totally unknown to Theseus,

done

done: carried out or completed

finished: to have no more need

end: termination of a situation

write these down
on pieces of paper
everywhere
everyday
small little pieces of paper that litter the house, clutter the floor
step on them find them in the purse
little scraps of yellow post it notes
scraps of gas station receipts
pieces torn from envelopes

each piece of paper: a reminder he never even wrote a love letter

each word a reminder: to no longer be treated like
an Option.

Ice

Jää means ice in Estonian and the root of the word, 'forever.'

Estonian is such a pure simple poetic language. Polar bear:Ice Bear. Cold as ice: Ice Stone.

endings

fissure:
a narrow line made by cracking or breaking
to split

lie:
intentional false statement
to deceive

the fissure: the lie


the fissure is the foundation of the relationship

one stands to the right
one stands to the left

the hands meet

the fissure shakes wider

the hands pull apart
the fingers barely touching
until the one on the right turns away
when she sees his head is already turned away

trace

Listening for a trace of me in your life: nothing.

You record nothing. Not even the faint vibration of my love.

I am absent, although I am present.

No echo. No shadow. Not even a ghostly x-ray.

Two

There are 2 types of men in my life.

Theseus, the handsome adventurer, the rake, the man for whom I would and do sacrifice myself. The man who inevitably abandons me for another adventure, another woman, while I sleep unaware.


Dionysus, another rake, the man who turns me into a Muse. The man who uses me for poetry, while pretending to save me. The man who does indeed love me but who also flits off for further adventure.

And in the end, I, like Ariadne, forget my own gifts.

Ariadne sleeps

Ariadne sleeps on the island of Naxos

In the house without curtains
His fingers caught slightly in the window
As he says goodbye
A fearful cat sits on the chair
In the windows float the eyes of dead butterflies
Yellow eyes

In a chair sits Ariadne

Asleep

Her eyes open slightly once in her dreams
To let the tears out

Just one tear
For each man

Her ball of thread wrapped around each chair leg
Tying her to the kitchen

Her eyes sparkling
in the dim light

That at midnight are tossed into the night sky
A constellation of loss hope dreams

Table of Elements

Table of Elements


Bosco

Atomic Number: infinite

Atomic Weight: a flash

Melting Point: 1500 miles

Boiling Point: eye contact

Density: impenetrable

Phase at Room Temperature: magnetic ablaze

Element Classification: unclassifed