Inured to the fine veins of your being, I am crisscrossed by brutish passageways
Archive for the ‘Aging’ Category
Gold Dust
Posted in Aging, Dance, Intimacy, Mining, Silver, Surrender on May 17, 2022 | 2 Comments »
The Measure of What We Cannot See
Posted in Aging, Relationships on June 23, 2021 | 2 Comments »
I awoke in the endless stretch of 4 am, pre-dawn the longest span of pre-anything. The capacity to measure, surely, exists only when upright, eyes open to see the mark we place next to the beginning, the line we draw when we determine the end.
Se vuelve sepia / Becoming Sepia
Posted in Aging, Women on June 4, 2021 | Leave a Comment »
La Presa Issue 10, Fall 2020 pp. 72-73 Se vuelve sepia Sobre la mesa con el mantel blanco el plato de porcelana astillado parece intencionalmente envejecido la plata empañada da un guiño a shabby chic
Still Life Smith Cove
Posted in Aging, Heron, Mortality, Pacific Northwest, Painting, Women on November 2, 2020 | 3 Comments »
Like the crone observing new life from her crooked-neck perch bones and sinews exposed as winter’s denuded branches time relaxed immeasurable and infinite the blue heron rests on the leafless limb its s-curved neck raising and turning languidly.
Silhouettes
Posted in Aging, Existential, impermanence, Mortality, Youth on June 12, 2020 | 2 Comments »
Bright light behind me only shape remains resting, hovering, suspended clouds blacken against an orange-pink glowing sunset black, too, the white-breasted hummingbird and the pink-striped hibiscus against the golden burst of a fresh-out-of-bed sunrise the curve of a jaw the connect-the-dots peaks and valleys of wind-tousled hair my own light, energy eclipsed features undefined.