by lori | Jun 17, 2016 | Feelings, Grief, Here and now, Love, Nature, Neighbors, Poetry
I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale yellow-gray head to his almost black tail I spent yesterday willing... 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 19, 2016 | Artists, Here and now, Poetry, Work
accept throwing out everything you knew was true each morning starting again from the beginning or well before then uncertainly receiving just one certainty each day some days, mine is a friend or a warm breeze or a cat other days, mine is a poem or an essay or a book... 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... by lori | Feb 28, 2016 | Beauty, Content, Here and now, Nature, Pacific Northwest, Poetry
Dull reeds and mud-gray grass winter’s cattails dirt-sprayed root to tip hints of breezes dance between the strands and dew drops race sunshine down bended blades to end within evaporation. Driftwood graveyard here at low tide’s end trickling water settles...