February 2011
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Scrapbooking, a Woman’s Thing
www.flickr.com http://www.flickr.com/badge_code_v2.gne?show_name=1&count=5&display=random&size=s&layout=h&source=user_set&user=36521983286%40N01&set=72157625745914117&context=in%2Fset-72157625745914117%2F sbpoet's Yesterday & Today photoset I’m having a hard time writing about this. Scrapbooking — a woman’s thing. Mostly a mother’s thing. I’ve come across several creative words for this: Memory-Keeper. Life Artist. Story-Keeper. I find myself caught in old nets: what men do is art; what women do is craft. And one… Continue reading
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Cousin Sue’s Little Bibs
This little sweetie hissed the minute she saw me. In three days she maybe let me touch her twice. But as you can see, she is devoted to her chosen human. For more gorgeous, finicky cats, go here: Friday Ark is back! Carnival of the Cats goes up every SundayThe 360th edition, 2/6, is… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 02011 February 09
This morning I interrupted a hawk at his breakfast in my garden. Blood and feathers in the snow. Where there is prey, there will be predators. Snow keeps falling, a swirl of lace outside my windows. Amazing Grace plays on the radio, reminding me that I am wretched. But there is grace. Grace in… Continue reading
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we pass through the darkening
we pass through the darkening so resistant, so remote white sky, white ground, white paper ice daggers hang from the eves branches sketch indecipherable glyphs across a pale sky thin china cups gather light in their bowls behind glass cabinet doors afloat in deep winter cold days, white days, lengthening days gripping the… Continue reading
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