by lori | Aug 17, 2016 | Aging Gratefully, Artists, Beauty, Content, Gratitude, Grief, Love, Poetry
Warm sun pools and shines more brightly in your home Why is that? worn beckoning rugs and life-soft chairs a sentinel portrait rich green and red dirt-colored artifacts nestled within white walls of recent pain. Witness dancing dust across sunbeams upstairs, the bird... by lori | Aug 5, 2016 | Artists, Beauty, Dragons, Here and now, Poetry, Work
Poetry isn’t what I was taught in middle school: rules and stilted contained lines written by long-dead rich old white dudes? Bleh. (I am not my friend Knox who makes old white guys so sexy.) Poetry is living your artist statement. Whether that means saying yes... by lori | Jul 7, 2016 | Beauty, Culture Shift, Feelings, Gratitude, Poetry, Respite
If I was a person this world would destroy me. Good thing then that I am at peace under your fingernails. A robin on her nest. Shining feather grass waving in the ditch. Moving clouds at rest in the sky. And the wind rolling foam into waves for the fun of it. You may... by lori | Apr 27, 2016 | Artists, Beauty, Content, Here and now, Poetry, Work
Happy national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day in April! Red Pleather Seats above the lunch rush crowd a clattering, plates and cups two women sit alone reading in heaven a young boy, also alone on break from the kitchen intently checks his phone... by lori | Apr 12, 2016 | Beauty, Here and now, Magic, Poetry, Women, Work
internet, off now breathing, noticed ears dancing with rain down eve spouts family, hugged, fed, dispersed to their corners paw, across cat’s face wood floor, brightened with daylight through clouds, appreciated aspect, spacious eyes, closed lungs, expanding... by lori | Apr 7, 2016 | Beauty, Culture Shift, Here and now, Love, Neighbors, Poetry
the old man up the hill tends the garden of the woman next door the woman behind us up the hill donates supplies to schools the woman who lives beside her takes her sick dog for very slow, sunny walks to sniff the life from dewy blades of grass while ailing pup still...