art, writing, aikido and the universe


August 2018


The world is

a 360 degree mandala,

surrounded by mountains,

rivers cutting valleys,

Human pathways

and animal tracks

leading me

across this broad plain.

After the Storm, 6 A.M. East 7th Street

DSC00680 Pale silver sky
reflects on black iron.
Fire escape raindrops
slowly illuminate
this visceral world.
Birds’ babble,
rises with mist
from the street below.
I smile and
close my eyes
in calm satisfaction.

I lie still
between soft, worn
cotton sheets,
above spring verdant trees,
mahogany branches,
as lemon glimmers
sapphire clouds.
I know the secret
of tiny mosaics
and that
pink metal
laundry box
in the bathroom.
The fire escape ladder,
is my tree house
framed by wet-dark branches
and cobalt curtains.
The rain-bejeweled
fire escape
will take me
to heaven.

City to City

DSC04589I tightly hug

my sons goodbye.

Leave them

to their young men’s lives.

Drive away

after skies decant a


then burst into

peach and pale azure.

Journey and travel

and ride

through ebony night,

singing loudly

to stay awake.

Park in dawn harbor,

crimson and tangerine

ripple on dark water.

Gentle breeze,

moon slice

punctuated with

a single star,

dark side of the moon

outlined against

indigo sky.

And wrapped

in my husband’s arms

I dream

a gentle scent



spring rain.


June 20, 2017



White and white

essential light


Fog and forest

field and plow



and family


Though privileged

he saw in poverty

his mirror image


black edges in.

Scan 2018-8-20 08.18.02Rise from Baltimore’s land, swinging south, the harbor lies cushioned by skyscrapers. Fluffy clouds in pale azure sky turning gold and rose. The moon a companion, rising directly next to my window, nearly full, cold pale light. Sail across land, the necklace of the Bay Bridge below and then..we are floating over ocean…there is nothing below us but clouds that we might drift down and straight down into the depths of the sea, inhabited by stage monsters, florescent and spiky or amorphous with a myriad of tentacles and we will sink and because I am with the magical pale Vikings we will drown but live forever frozen on the sea’s rocky floor.

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