i do not want to live a life of quiet desperation;

the desert in winter; poetry, mine.

winter now. we are older,
we understand the importance
of silence. where no snow can fall,
our secrets will betray us.

even still, i must tell you this;

i’m swallowing stars, illuminating
worn-rock caverns, lighting the
passageways to where you could steal
my heart.

timandra; (poetry -- my own)

you were born an ocean-child,
sea foam bubbling from your lips,
crested waves of hair

and when the woman placed
you in my arms i was
blind and deafened

intoxicated with the roar
of the waves and my shame.

i saw my (& your) capacity for deceit
in your wandering eyes,
flirtatious,
curious to take in everything,

an ever-present reminder
of my own, for when zeus came
instead of your father,

i liked it

and i have always hated you for it.

perhaps love? (poetry or something like it)

it wasn’t supposed to come to this.  

one night, a chance to forget

and lose our selves and fears

in a tumbled heap of limbs and lust and what,

in our younger and less vulnerable days,

we might have called love.

i was not one of those girls who

need men like they need oxygen -

and i suppose that is still true

but i do wear your sweater when

i am alone, its’ fibers woven

with the dark deep moss and

spicy earth of you. your heartbeat

races (or is it mine?) and i

curl up smaller inside it just

the way your hand engulfs mine.

and i was furious the night

that i missed the weight

of your head resting in the

hollow of my stomach and i thought

‘well, maybe this is love’

but i couldn’t tell you.

and we sigh, we sing

of things that we should speak of

but we are too old for lies and

too new, too uneasy with the tangling

rhythms of our words our hips and lips

i hate hearing people talk about wanting that one perfect moment in their lives. 

 i can’t remember the last time i went through a day without at least one perfect moment. 

 are they wrong or am i? 

oh, oh, oh, i almost forgot!  here’s my rainbow;

actually, it’s one of several but it was my favourite.  there were two others in the sky when i took this shot.  

 (near lake granby 0828070 

maureen’s right — this one’s pretty amazing. the clouds out here hang in the sky so perfectly, so delicately.

(grand lake 082807) 

(on the road between grand lake and granby, 082807)

just your run-of-the-mill stormy Colorado sunset. or maybe there’s nothing run-of-the-mill about it.