Categories
Photography poetry

Lying in Wait

Summer Chrysalis Months dormant in the kitchen Swallowtail, alive!

Categories
Photography Prose

Mingo Swamp Wakes Up in April

The mockingbird outside my window sings with persistence in April, seeming to support all of Nature shouting, “Come outside and see what’s happening.” It’s my favorite month at the edge of this swamp. I’ve come to expect Nature to surprise me every time I go exploring. On a warm day recently I worked at an […]

Categories
Prose

How Rian Became A Swamp Cat

How Rian Became A Swamp Cat When I brought Rian from Rose Hill to the edge of Mingo Swamp, he didn’t have a name. I declared him to be rather wild, along with about eleven others like him; but my brother Johnny will correct me on that. He thinks I took him after Daddy died, […]

Categories
art poetry

Feeling Low? Pour Some Paint

Feeling Low? Pour Some Paint Birds and fish find their way Through paint-poured streams and meadows. They stay. Lilies open their petals In a fluid color flood That moves the paint To full-bloom flower Started as a bud. I’m just pouring fluid paint And having lots of fun. While Science and the Nature Of Fluid […]

Categories
Photography poetry

Calling Out the Memories

Calling Out the Memories Nestled in the arm of the woods embracing its backside, the old barn housed his tools and gave him space to tinker. His hammers and nails, saws and drills still there, Nineteen years after he turned his face to the light of a hospital window, taking three breaths into himself before […]

Categories
Photography poetry

Jewels in the Grass

When Daddy Taught Me to See “Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun.” Ecclesiastes 11:7 On a Saturday morning, early He yelled from the yard for Momma to go outside. I was eight, maybe ten, and washing last night’s supper dishes. Thinking some tool […]

Categories
Photography poetry

Papa’s Rose

Papa’s pale pink rose Twines my garden fence in May. Sweet scent draws me close. ptc  

Categories
Photography poetry

In Nicaragua

With years of study and experience, I came here to teach them. I came to bring them knowledge of Jesus, plant medicine and honeybees. I am welcomed no matter that my skin is lighter, No matter that my Spanish makes them laugh. I enter their door and I am home. They allow me to hold […]

Categories
Photography poetry

Nothing To Say

Sometimes at night when I want to write, I find I have nothing to say. Words in my brain get in my way, Failing my fingers clicking the keys. Cruising the cabinets of my mind Rummaging through collections of words Naming the experiences of my years I am never disappointed. I find writers whose words […]

Categories
Photography poetry

Old Soul Shells

Slice of morning sun Draws the eye to old soul shells Each a story Wrinkled rippled skin Cracks and holes where life had been Occupy my mind Treasures drew me close Sandy surf held each in place Now at home with me Held in pewter plate Hammered by gone Swedish hands Another story And so […]