Hidey Hole

When I was a little girl, I used to like to drape old  blankets and quilts over the picnic table and benches in the back yard and make a sort of tent.  Then I'd crawl inside and enjoy…

I took this photo at The Museum of Appalachia a few years back.  Doesn't this guy look like he's posing?

Walking on Outer Drive, I pluck a long white hair (mine) from the front of my black cape.  Releasing it…

In dreary December dusk, I walk on the cold, gray street. The internal clock of my brain tick tocks: just one more week til Christmas and I've still got stuff to do. 

Overhead, I hear a flutter like the audible…

Photo by Marcus Spiske, Unsplash

In dread winter cold, I walk under skeletal trees. It snowed yesterday, not much, just a dusting. Most of it's already melted and trickling into Wet Weather Creek. I didn't want to walk this morning…

Of all the even,

odd and prime

I find 5

to be divine

I am 5; 5 is I

Circle round and round.

Dream:  I hold a white wooden slate with removable numbers in my hand.  I am arranging and…

When I travel, I always carry a notebook and end up writing lots of music and poetry.
 

Arctic Autumn is a suite for solo piano I composed while visiting Iceland in late September, 2016. What a marvelous country Iceland is…

My sweet friend, Chica.

Sitting under the autumn sky, I listen: to the distant voices of children at play, the steady drone of a small airplane overhead, the whistling chatter of woodland birds, and the faint rasp of oak and…

The original matryoshka set by Zvyozdochkin and Malyutin, 1892  Source Wikipedia

At home, alone, curled like an infant in the womb, I am neither awake or asleep, but rather, floating in the liminal space between.  Resting with my cheek…

As I step out the front door, the wang of skunk hangs in the air, oddly pleasant at a distance, like the faint aroma of a musky wild perfume.  The air is blessedly cool this morning with sun light falling…

2019

When I step out the front door, the sentinel stationed in the oak tree near the house alerts his friends. "Watch out," he caws. "She's back!" 

A distant and immediate reply echoes through the woods.  "Caw, caw! Message received…