Reckoning of My Mission Bell 

Reckoning of My Mission Bell    “Missions were sites of conflict, conquest, and forced labor.” California History Social Science Framework, 2016.   How much I adored her cast iron campana, erect in morning light,  astride a rural bridge, entrance to our home,      …

ITALY – AUSTRIA

No, I’m not watching. Obviously, I’m here in another room, writing. During the afternoon drive, I wondered at all the anger in the world, mine included. Of what other use is the ground we stand on, aside from the planting and watering of seeds, if…

My Kind of Normal

  My kind of normal takes time and trouble to see the beauty in life           In words and In efforts      In nature and In relationships    In activities that stimulate thought             (Pear)           Shape And allow…

Normal Family -Poem Seven

Normal  Family -Poem Seven   Love has been the norm of my family Love has kept us together as one family   Love has made us stronger as one We portray a backbone as one We may need to learn new ways begun   Working…

05 – Time Capsule

Aladdin brand lunchbox Popples grace the outside Thermos full of Lite Brite bulbs A headless Barbie A Ken to match Cassettes of farm stories that are worn From hours of play and play and play A sticker book full of Stickybears all in a row…

The Change

When you say normal                you think about                         the past & the things you depended upon        & the things that stayed the same then you              learned that change         was the only…

Hour 6 – Prompt from the song

it’s all spread out before me Earth His footstool Skies His Glory   these places I thought I travelled alone pathways I’ve forged seas I’ve crossed the wilderness that tried to claim me… but He saw it all   He shows me the limitlessness of…

Urban Pigeon holes and Poverty

    Living in pigeon holes boxed in with closed doors Restricted, obstructed, constricted views Brightly painted doors for happy beginnings Cities that lure with their fake promises playing with real lives Too hungry to refuse, they play along with a hope Someday, that door…