Seasonal Defiance

Cast my shadow over white banks/ assert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted places / and colour in the monochrome Haunted by a winter state of mind / resolved to stretch despite chill. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: illustrate a favourite quote or poem. Of course, I chose a poem of my own: Seasonal Defiance, originally published […]

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Inky Haiku

Wind’s tongue ice-tippedrock resists and pine trees bow –Winter warmed by ink (Haiku inspired by Seasons Words: Springwater holds warmth.) When sitting up to paint is not an option, I appease my creative urge with ink and paper. Starting with a single line, I let the image appear on the page. This one reminds me of a […]

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Mesmerized on a Cloudy Day

It is not the road –smoothly pavedand well defined –that entices It is the luminous,numinous – darknesssurrendering to light –expansive sky Renders me humblebreathless, mesmerized –imagination and desirecraving flight (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: cloudy or stormy day)

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Recipe For Love

Relationships are complicated. Each generation, it seems, struggles to find the answers. My tanka is a one observation. What would you add?

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Carry On

For the past year and a half, my husband and I have committed to helping Ukrainians fleeing war. This has included opening our doors to house five families. We have been witness to unimaginable darkness and at the same time been deeply moved by the drive and resilience of those whose lives have touched ours. […]

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Rocky Path

Last time I was in the hospital, the admitting doctor asked me about a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order. “Have you had the opportunity to discuss it with a loved one?” she asked. “Of course. No heroic measures!” I emphasized. “I’ve spent the last ten years living with chronic disease; I have no aspiration to […]

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Photo and Poetic Fun

I don’t believe in hauntingignore the seasonal hypewish the woman in the graveyardwould stop wailing every night Someone get the girl a coatdoesn’t she feel the creeping cold?And when I call the police on herwhy do they look at me like I’m crazy old? (Spending way too much time wiling away the hours.)

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