And just like that...xo

 

November 1, 2022

who am I do suggest piñóns, romaine lettuce, blueberries are simple foods
who am I to ingest the seeds of the very trees that raised me
and the berries that grew me wild
I know I am blessed
I know I am
blessed
xo

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SHINE

Shine was her name.

She wore it well.

Most say she didn't stay long enough, but I know better.

Gramma Annie told me we each come into this world with a certain number of heartbeats.

Use 'em up, she told me when I was almost too young to understand, but now I do: I use them hard and fast. I ride my heart like an untamed filly; a long wild mane circles the sky. 

I carry sugar cubes in my pockets. I paw the earth to know its rumble. xo

 

 

some things about summer are so spectacular

colors in the bright sun & the shadows at dusk

birds waking me in song at four in the morning

long days filled with time and temptations

 short nights & wild dreams I hope come true

xo

Seeing in while looking out, is that it?

Standing at my kitchen window 

I hear song and bells. 

See the light. Wonder at faith. 

I hold unseen love against my bones

and unpolished granite stone.

A narrow path takes me where I want to go

and trees hang over the way. 

There are flowers and weeds: 

The weeds don't know the difference.

Nor do the lilies. I am still learning. 

xo

 

Hold on for dear life 

my grandmother, Annie 

said to me, but not just me

me: hanging by a thread

up a creek, no paddle

with the last straw

in the spur of a moment

eating my words

for a new lease on life

a real piece of work

with a pie-eating grin

singing la de da!!

xo

 

March 2022

endangered for its ivory
enraged for good reason
endless hunt for things 

the heads on the walls

things we can't unsee

or understand but want

to honor and remember

xo 

sculpture artist : clay babic