Posts Tagged With: memories
Running Away – Part One
G and I did our Stanley Hotel getaway this past week, and I don’t know when I’ve had a better time anywhere. The day before we left, it rained all day in Pueblo, great for the garden, but we wondered what the weather would be like at 7500 feet. We needn’t have worried. We had [...]
Serendipity (re-posted from exactly four years ago)
Spring Through the newly-opened window, warm air, fresh with new peach blossoms, slides across your skin. Late-afternoon warmth of you mingled with me joins behind my nose until the scent of flower petals will forever link my brain instantly to us. The slanted, daylight-saved sun casts your langorous limbs in gold alongside mine. I hold [...]
Metastasis
There are days When I wish I could go To a doctor or A mad scientist, Sit myself down In their chair, Give myself over To them as I once did To you. I would tell them, “Put me on your machines, Twist your dials, Lay me open, Vivisect me.” As I think Of you. See? [...]
Happy Birthday, Meeps!
Would have been her 80th.
Some Moment of Every Day
Indelible The moment came. You flung out your desperate arm And scattered my walls like twigs in a gale. Your wizard fingers stripped away Every older mark, all signs of life before your touch. Your radar lips consumed my breath. I had not lived before you. After, I was marked forever, Branded by the imprimatur [...]
Lessening – Half A Gallon
The following is an experience I had on a vision quest 5 years ago on Navajo land in northeastern Arizona: Imagine a place. Imagine a place that’s quiet–so quiet that when you don’t move and make noise it feels like you have cotton stuffed in your ears. A place that is so still you can [...]
Lost And Found
You know how when you move, there’s always something that seems to go missing? We moved into this house in October 2002. G lived just a couple blocks down the street in a rental house she fixed up and I lived a few miles north in my wonderful little apartment. After we closed on the [...]
The Postcard
There’s a postcard hanging on my office wall. It’s matted and framed, one of my favorite pieces of artwork that came to me as a gift, sent from a friend who was living in England at the time. On the postcard is a woman. She is standing in an open landscape, perhaps on the moors [...]
Winner – week of 04/30/12!
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