Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Moon Rider

New Years Eve doesn't bring the end of the old year, there is this gap, this space that is January. It is a stumbling, leaves-of-days raking month. Earthy molds swallow time. Grey, smoking mists choke damp layers of memory. None of it is right and all of it is true.

Overwhelmed love for all, is this how God exists? Such love, there is no speaking, only another day manifested in the gift; this now, in a world.

I can't move forward, not yet. I'm not so much frozen as clogged, it frightens me more than falling.

Friday, January 06, 2006


A footprint in the sea.
What is said, can define what is not said.
What is known, forms the shell
of the unknown.
What is seen, can hold
the ghost of the past.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Sugar and Spice... and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of.