Wednesday, May 25, 2016


when she showed me her garden
she showed me
her soul

If you are a gardener, never underestimate the power of your calling. (Whatever it is you do with passion, share it.) Thank you Dana for sharing your garden with me. The sudden sight of the poppies lifted me.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

a special place

tuscany in spring?


just boring kansas
cradled here in the crux 
of fly over

*Driving past this scene on I 70 last week awakened in me the strong sense of “place” i’ve been given.

"the sense that comes from working in a place in all weathers, making a living from it, suffering from its catastrophes, loving its mornings or evenings or hot noons, valuing it for the profound investment of labor and feeling that you, your parents and grandparents, your all-but-unkonwn ancestors have put into it.  He is talking about the knowing that poets specialize in."  ~From The Art of Geography

I'm grateful to be connected to flyover country. 

Thursday, May 12, 2016


one is allowed
to see

straight to the heart

"The heavens declare the glory of God and the skies proclaim His handiwork."
                                                                                   Psalm 19:1

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

seeing you (said to a flower)

how can it be
that i saw you

in the prime of your

as though you were
sent for this very moment
to soften my senses

one blossom
among millions

"Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling?  When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?  ~Jodi Piccoult