the blues chamber

all kinds of blues and some deep greens and other colors that sneak in

Hiroshige’s dream

Foxes waiting under a moonlit tree to become human have only parcels of land and the domed shadows of trees.  Do you know this as despair?  We all learned that the West was the frontier. As the...

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Abundance of wildlife is the norm

Our bones, our stones, our baskets of shells  and every place a place for feathers  because it’s not safe out there anymore.  We know before the storm of flowers  the world was only brown and green,  the gods plentiful as pollen before pollen made the scene.  The artist paints pale animals  in isolated squares...

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Threads

“We must lose our mothers.”  That’s what they say. The words of my mother’s friend Sarah are always returning to me, like a Greek chorus, like the Miami Beach blues.  “We must lose our mothers.” If we must lose our mothers, do we also have to hear these words echo in our memories reminding...

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