heart weeds

friends made fancy pizzas at last week’s dinner party. when the oven was finally shut off, we’d created and destroyed enough doughy goodness to feed ten times the people gathered ’round the wooden table. there were carpenter bees, which apparently don’t sting but are the biggest buzzing bullies, bumbling, bumping in to anything they can find. there were weeds in glass bottles with heart shaped leaves.

i nearly cried when i saw them.

for all my toiling, tilling, trying, i struggle to see the bloom. and now i have this picture right in my face. these heart-leaved weeds.

today, they get me.
if you need me, i’ll be planting weeds.

justwrite

wordfall

it would seem that i got busy, android got instagram, and i forgot how to write.
all the wells dried up, and i climbed inside, to sit in the coolness and let my mind take its leave.

but that’s not true, is it?
the wordfall never stops.
a stream the same on no two steps.
a passing train, a steady downpour.

the listening is where they lose me.
i don’t want, don’t need, don’t care to find the time.
until i do, and i can, and i can’t not try,
with aching fingers, blurry soul, and stopped up spirit,

to leave this airport chair, this endless wait, this breaking day,
and go instead to the mind’s stilly bank,
where the words rush too loud not to listen.
i catch the few i can in passing.
a day’s ration, at least.

 

just write

 

nyc and alvaleigh

i’ve got New York on my mind, as i’m heading there tomorrow to visit my friend allie, who blogs and records sweet tunes as Alva Leigh. if you don’t know her and her beautiful music - you should check it out!


in honor of our empire city meet-up, i’m sharing about my favorite place in the city: central park.

join me at her place today!

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