I had intended to begin posting my poems here at the year anniversary of this blog. Today I asked myself, why wait? They are arriving on my pages every day. I have set myself a challenge, to write a poem every day. To practice. To become a poet I must practice. every day. practice practice...
If you are visiting this blog for the first time, you might not realize anything is different. In actuality, everything has shifted. Today I figured out how to import all the posts from my personal daily blog into this one. Why try to maintain 2 blogs, I don’t know. When I first started to work...
Today I have come to the end of a cycle of 108 days of shooting and posting here on the blog. It’s been an odd day in which I finished a book called Be Love Now, written by Ram Dass; saw a crashed car turned on its side on Route 95; noticed a lovely cup...
right smack in the middle of my day, i walked up and down the stairs hoping to begin work that was to be the focus of this day. i am half way into this practice, and laundry got washed and folded and put away. i ate a cupcake for dinner and burrito for dessert. i...
not too soon but soon enough Jack will be leaving I’m feeling the push and pull of releasing and holding I wander about the rooms wondering at what point the tissue will leap into the trash and dispose of my memory
