Night walk in Cemetery

Night walk in Cemetery

The stone gutters upset

by time, cold, and tree roots

form a series of steps

where the surfeit from sprinklers

collecting, increasing

small deluge, with rushing,

falls the water down.


This was written as a result of my many night-time walks in the SLC cemetery located a few blocks from my home.

Unraveling

An Unraveling

The slow unwinding of a skein. New colors, patterns, textures to find. Will there ever come an end of the unraveling? Will we come to an end and then….nothing?

Or, if there is an end, looking behind, we find not a jumble of ribbons gathered, but a weaving of love and learning.


Finding out about someone is a wonderful process, an unraveling à deux.

In Night Flight

A Night Flight

At night above
the golden laced beadwork of urbanity.
A conspicuous lack of light,
a forest dark.

The lights of urbanization can sometimes break my heart, but I have to admit they are beautiful from the air at night. They are beautiful, I just dislike what they represent. It is a conflict; similar to the Kennecott Copper Mines. I dislike that they are such a rape of the earth and have had toxic output, but when it comes down to it...the talus sides are aesthetically beautiful to me.

Each Person a Pinch Point

Each Person a Pinch Point

Multiple lines, lives fusing

Joining, conjoining the lines and lives down to me

A pinch point

This is a poem I worked on this summer, I am not sure it is finished. It came about while finding out about my ancestors. It was miraculous to realize the multiple lines that went into creating each person and then the multitude of lines that can come from each person. It was a little tragic to consider that I might be a terminus, that there might be no branching out from me.

Each person is a pinch point of lines before and after. It resembles a tree and we are the trunk.

Blaker's Acres

Since the  Fresh Take filming (see blog for Sept. 22), we wanted to bring Blake Spalding fruit and hit her up for free food from Hell’s Backbone Grill and to discuss filming future conversations, etc. surrounding the ‘slow/local food’ concept. I had emailed Blake that we were coming, but I hadn’t heard back. So we just hoped. Luckily, when we got to the restaurant we were seated at the table across from Blake and she was DELIGHTED to see us. She said flattering things to me, and I returned many kind words. I like graciousness.  One of the pleasures of life is to admire someone and hope to become their friend, only to find that they too, admire you and seek your friendship. If only all of life was so pleasant. So we ate a divine dinner of enchiladas and stuffed squash, and dessert of a chili chocolate pots de crème. YUM!! We stayed up until midnight chatting with Blake and intermittently one of the servers, Laurie. In the morning, we had a delicious breakfast on the patio again of eggs, toast, and potatoes. Blake had invited us to visit the farm, and showed up just as we were ready to go. We followed her to her cottage to get the doggies, and then on to the farm. It is in a very ‘unimproved’ state, but with SOOOO much potential. I can’t wait to be part of the progress. We consulted about the trees and planned an orchard.

What a Difference a Name Makes

Your Name

To see your name,
is a kiss to my eyes.
A frisson of connection,
tied always to you.


What is in a name? It is interesting how a name can be meaningless until you care for someone with that name. In my life there are repeating themes of names, I have fancied at least 8 fellows of the same name. I am especially partial to fellows with last names beginning with B, I have dated many of those. I am not alone in that, it is proven that we are all most attracted to our own initials. My name is biblical, ergo, I like biblical names. Name attraction is all ego based. I happen to think that R & B are the best letters in the alphabet, I am also fond of those letters found as neighbors, A & S.

Handkerchiefs that Smell of Honey

One of my chief pleasures in life is the fact my handkerchiefs always smell of honey. I have a bar of honey soap that I keep in the bottom of my handkerchief box. This handkerchief box happens to be the exact size of a folded handkerchief. After washing and folding I close the top and steep my hankies in the scent of honey. Then later, when I use them, that scent is there. Such a small, consistent pleasure.