In my Head

I had poetry in my head and then it was gone a faded background of orange, yellow, brown A pointed amber of light that would not help Where did the words go? Hiding in a glen of tallness or under cover of green canopy or hanging onto a noun with limbs I’m tired and can’t think My muse is here perky and sun-gold bright many spears standing at attention waiting for me to write something but nothing I did haveRead more

Random Acts of Autumn

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L.M. Montgomery I am too. I have a love/hate relationship with autumn. I love the color of leaves, the crunchy cool air, the blanket of leaves on the ground, and the late farmer’s market, where there is an abundance of pumpkins, squash and root vegetables. On the other hand, autumn signals that winter is coming. I don’t know if I can say that I “hate” winter. Most often, IRead more

A Quilt of Many Colors

As I continue to filter through an apartment filled with belongings, I realize I have many personal pieces from my dad. This quilt is one of those pieces, a work of art. Dad was not only a home chef, a decorative painter, a rosemaler, and a tailor…he also pieced together this quilt of many colors with a sewing machine and his two talented hands. For other’s interpretation of art, click here.Read more