amo vitam

Steve pointing you at the new page So it's official: amo vitam is moving house. From today on, Steve and I will be found over at Wo...

delicate petal languidly sleeping in elaborate shadow. lazy red whisper x x x x x x x rose. (from the archiv...

March kind of got away on me. It's a really busy season; my head is full of thoughts and my soul and body too tired to process them all....

MIDWINTER A little bit Of the receding sun Now gilds the hills Across the lake from me. Midwinter's day Draws to its early close, ...

HOPE My cat hurt himself and I don't know what to do. The government of one of the most powerful nations on the earth seems to have...

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost ...

Because I didn't post a picture last time, this week you get two. It's Art (note the capital!). Refrigerator Art, to be precise, bec...

This is highly symbolic (sim-BOL-lick). My son brought home a poetry exercise, and he had to give an example of hyperbole. Now, I know w...

Poetry. Magnetic. Yup. You can only do so much. You know? Several of my friends are gearing up for this year's Christmas art show at...

The cemetary under the cedar trees PRESENTLY I didn't know she had been gone a year this little old English lady so tiny and ...

Me, contemplating some luscious fruit on the kitchen counter: "Peaches. Peaches! Should I have a peach?" Son: "Yes. Have a pe...

There's magnetic poetry : ...and gustatory poetry (blueberry, if you must know): ... and horticultural-culinary poetry (the la...

When you can feel the turning of the earth worm when you can hear the dissonance of the spheres you never can have the happiness of others t...

So I was in the coffee shop this morning, waiting around for the opening of the bookstore that it shares the building with. And I committed ...

So there I was, standing in my kitchen, weeping as I was contemplating the beauty of poetry. (I was also chopping several large onions at th...