a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · summer · tables of paperwood


brief, endless, erotic, witness, grace, claim,
feed, speak, root, threads, empty, rare


you are threads of shining light in the night sky

shooting out from your brief roots here on this earth

I claimed you as my own though you were not of my blood

you were devoured by endless and erotic hunger

but your veins are empty now

i could not feed you what you needed

though I cover you with grace

I speak your name to say that yours is not a rare story

can I get a witness







a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · summer · tables of paperwood



my momma tried to instill good sense in me
irascible as she was
Lord knows I took a toll on her

but mmm mmm mmm momma
I just can’t contain the thrill that man has over me

He’s standing  just outside my bedroom window

and he ain’t singing nothing but sin

my body trills with the timber of his song

grass crunching under my feet as I step toward him

I lay down naked in the moonlit mint

and let him play



acres of sky · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter · yellow delaney would sleep well at night

from the other side


I have been doing my first week of training in Watertown.

It’s only about 20 miles but it takes about an hour to get there in traffic.

I have to either through or around Boston…

The view from the roof of the parking structure is beautiful.

 I park up there even though I am there early enough to park on the ground floor.



Today I am at the center where I will be working!

I am so happy to be able to take the T and not have to drive!


It’s been rainy and grey most of the week but the temps. have been warm.


The daffodils are pushing up near the back steps..

little green shoots of hope


I am loving the time change. It’s so nice to have it still be light in the evenings.

Friday fave fives

skywatch friday


acres of sky · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter

11 march




Every morning I see the school bus pull into the lowlands parking lot at 7:15. It waits there for 5 or 10 minutes and then starts picking up the island teenagers and bringing them into school on the mainland. Back when I was young enough to be getting on that bus I couldn’t imagine any kind of pleasure in looking at the same thing every morning for the rest of my life. Now I love to see that yellow bus. I love to see the seasons change around it…the field behind it green and yellow and brown and back to green again..filled with geese or seagulls or misty fog or snow. All is right with the world again this day. Our own individual worlds may have been blown apart during the night but the world around us is still rocking just the way it should be and when we are ready…we can step back in.


soulfood friday

tables of paperwood · Winter

confetti waltz

All that dancing in the moonlight couldn’t make you stay

I laid my longing at your feet and there it sits

you laid all the others and I just stood there while you made your play

Falling on my knees I gathered up my tattered wits

And though I tried to stuff them all inside my heart, it seems my heart no longer fits

Was this a game to you? A comedy?

I tell you no and in she flits.

Turn away, it is not tragedy

to me -I can look you in the eye

and tell you that it doesn’t  smart

enough to make me cry

or break my heart

or hear me moan

or watch our love turn into stone


Dverse Poets Pub



Our challenge for today is to use the following fourteen words in the order presented: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone.  These words were borrowed from a sonnet by Edmund Spenser.

a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · childhood and stardom · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter

7 March

the day we went to Ashley's spot

the good

last week I got a fb message from a woman who spent some time in the same treatment center as Ashley. She told me that Ashley had helped her in many ways. That Ash had been a light in the darkness for her. She said that Ashly was a very special person and that Ahsley’s  death rocked her to the core. Her words brought me some comfort. It is nice to know that even in her own turmoil Ashley was able to reach out and help some one else.

the fun

We had those boys with us this weekend. Oh my goodness I laughed so darn hard!

the random

Every evening at sunset I listen to Pink Floyd sing Shine on You Crazy Diamond.

Mosaic Monday
The good, the random, the fun
sharing his beauty
Monday musings
Monday mellow yellow
making your home sing

a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · childhood and stardom · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter · yellow delaney would sleep well at night

everything take away one



two of my own

and two of his

and one of someone elses

one from up the street

and two more of a different his

one of hers and one of the first his

and one of the second

in the outskirts

Once on a TV show I heard two girls refer to one another as

my person

and once I came home with a friend to flames at my house

I ran out of her car and into my door

shouting my people are in there

So many numbers….

we multiply

and divide

we add to our families

 death and circumstance take away

Really, we are fragments of once whole numbers


fractured by divorce or death or neglect…

we feel we are invisible


no number at all

we seek comfort in groups


but there is no safety net

not one of us equals one

we are all crumbled and  cracked and crippled

we are only pieces of hearts that are broken

we are only slivers of those who have touched us

like  kaleidoscopes glued together with paste

all kinds of colours

that glow sometimes

in the light of others

Once I heard some one say

we are one people

and I believe that is true

but that does not make me whole

I am still fractured numbers

I am still broken hearted

I am still alone

imaginary gardens with real toads

a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · childhood and stardom · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter

just before sunset


Remember when you were young

you shone like the sun

shine on you crazy diamond

now there’s a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky

shine on you crazy diamond

You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom

blown on the steel breeze

come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr

and shine

threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light

come on you raver, you seer of visions

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner

and shine

Pink Floyd


28 February

late afternoon

my beautiful step-daughter left this earth

while i was folding laundry

or tidying up the kitchen

or something equally unimportant


that’s all there is this week

sudden immeasurable loss

soulfood friday

friday fave fives

a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · childhood and stardom · tables of paperwood · Windows of light · Winter



My beautiful, sweet, fun-loving, kind hearted step-daughter


left this earth on 28 February.

She was 22 years old.

She died in her apartment of a drug overdose after a long struggle with addiction.

She had been clean for a while and was full of hope for her future

There is an epidemic of opiate addiction in this country – all over the world really

We are sending our children onto the streets

and into the heavens

and there are enough tears to fill an ocean

but our children keep falling


ABC Wednesday
wordless Wednesday
Watery songlines 
Women with intention

red legged chicken stands ready to strike · tables of paperwood · Winter · yellow delaney would sleep well at night

bells in the distance

In a dream you kiss me at sunrise

 when the skies run with mist and scarlet

your warm touch on my skin

is a threat to undo me

 the alarm bell makes me jump

as I cross into the world of the living

and standing with a group of people on the train I realize

there is not enough time for all the things I want you to do to me

The Sunday Whirl