RememberingRemembering who you wereis sometimes all you needto see yourselfexactly as you areNot the sameNot a sage,not so painfully greenI have walked around this treeI have seen enoughto understand too muchI’ve walked in sandals, steel toes,…
I was a child who wanted to be a star.Not the kind clothedin leather, and ego,and a sheen of hope;not clouded with drugs,or drink,or heady, anonymous sex.No.Not that kind.I wanted to shine,clear and cold,breathless in the…
Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,Like the roistering windThat laughs through stalwart pines.It floods me like the sunOn rain-drenched treesThat flash with silver and green.I abandon myself to joy—I laugh—I sing.Too long…
Camille Tsai... is a girl who dreamsloves to cook, to paint, to make potterySearching verses in lifeFound dreams in creation sometimes i like to think everyone is a different plant, the more diverse, the better the…
Jellicle Cats are white and black,Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;Jellicles jump like a jumping-jack,Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.They’re quiet enough in the morning hours,They’re quiet enough in the afternoon,Reserving their terpsichorean powersTo dance by the…
It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, — Unbroken forehead from the east…
Eleanor Ruth Wagner 1941-2021 Sept 23, 2021 I think the weather mourned you too. It had to save the feelings, just like me, for it was too soon. To let them all come spilling out was…
She wanted to be a college girl again Reveling in her music Free of the heavy weight of unending mourning for her dear little boy When she finally dried her eyes her joy did not return…
Winter is a great time to go the beach. No crowds, low light, almost other worldly. It’s about textures, patterns, shapes and details. Size and perspective are lost. My footsteps were the first to press the…
A living flash of light Music to read by: Urban Driftwood by Yasmin Williams [caption id="attachment_832" align="aligncenter" width="662"] You can actually see his little legs folded up under him. Photo by Diana Thornton. www.photos.dianathornton.com[/caption] These Paleozoic-era…
Photo by Johnette Downing cut cane the sweetness of her insult pine needles daddy does her hair aqua marine salon mishap mosquitoes and high water all that is left through the wall their argument –…
January, 2000 You first cast your spell on me That first winter snowfall A fluffy mound of snow Clung to your side Defying gravity’s pull You maintained your dignity, Staying erect With this heavy white burden…
Ancient spirits dwell eons between fluid and ether in spaceships of bone, poised below the sepia mirror, breaching to breath the sun, leaving only fleeting ripples that mingle like silent harmonies. www.photos.dianathornton.com