Gentle Swallowtail bows and skips, whirls and dives, sunlight glistening August’s golden sun. Flittering on the ground’s twigs, shadows, and fallen petals Suddenly up, up, upward this reeler soars toward the flowers above, catch wind’s breath. Catching the wind’s breath, this tiny being fleetly moves on. Such…

I hear it. In the distance. Over the cliffs. The arctic breeze carries the tune. It flies over the waves that crash against ancient granite. A stirring. In my blood. Something ancient like the sea against the stones. The tune rolls on sea air brushing…

yellow swallowtail jigs from blossom to blossom— nature’s riverdance

  Come join with words, Make melody. Come now and sing, Heartfully free.   Bind me to friends, And family Bring me to life By natures breeze.   Come rivers small, Come mountain glee, Clap thunder clouds, Sing all with me   Mountains Rivers, Oceans…

Living Color Which color will you choose to paint your bathroom? Harbor gray? Egg-shell white? Paled turquoise? Is its color so important? What color is your skin? Ghost white? Baby powder? Linen? Is its color so important? What about her skin? Amber? Beaver? Buff? Is…

There she stood in the middle of the maze. The maze was the rhythm on and on it commanded threatening to conquer my feet surrendered. Every other sound took to backstage it was as if the violin took the center stage. Frolicking in the grassy…

Spiderman web crawl data crawl search search search never stop be the robot locate index browse

A Place Where I often reminisce about my red-brick row home on pencil-thin Sylvester Street where there still is a nearby concrete alley where all the neighborhood children used to gather, a place of seemingly-infinite security where we played in peace few of us fully…

Long-Lasting Laundry On Saturdays, I do laundry. But before I put T- Shirts, socks, and underwear in the clothes washer, I turn them inside out. I’m told that that’s how I can make them last longer: the colors will remain more vibrant. On other days,…

Love, loss and grammar [Golden shovel from “I owe a longer allegiance to the dead than to the living: in that world I shall abide for ever” Sophocles]   Not “hi it’s me” but “this is she,” as I Was told by my mother to whom I…