writing - sometimes invisible
a dream of parallel gardens
Once upon a time, a Passionate Soul slipped through a crack, out of her universe into another's...
I am so glad I found this - it's been lost for a few years. It's from the poem I wrote one day after being in my garden for most of the day. It had been such magical day that I came in, sat down at my computer and this poem wrote itself. Out of it came Antonia of Venice - honestly... just somehow! I think I'll do a series on the whole poem.
my daughter's house, in Guelph, from last Summer, plastered with this Spring's longings...
a dream of parallel gardens
Once upon a time, a Passionate Soul slipped through a crack, out of her universe into another's...
I am so glad I found this - it's been lost for a few years. It's from the poem I wrote one day after being in my garden for most of the day. It had been such magical day that I came in, sat down at my computer and this poem wrote itself. Out of it came Antonia of Venice - honestly... just somehow! I think I'll do a series on the whole poem.
my daughter's house, in Guelph, from last Summer, plastered with this Spring's longings...