29. April 2011 Today is my last day “horse-sitting” in Germany. The three-week experience has fully finally dampened my longing for horses, riding, and animals. These horses gave me something to fuss over. It took about an hour each way to get out to the barn, plus a 10-minute hike up a steep hill. Not … Continue reading Leather Travels
Arrival in Hamburg 28. März. 2010, Sunday My overstuffed backpack had become getting heavy on my shoulders. After a week of travel across northern Germany, I’ve begun to collect things, and of course realized that I had packed poorly. Since leaving Bamberg I’ve acquired instant coffee, and oatmeal, and powdered creamer, a plattdeutsch book, a … Continue reading Arrival in Hamburg
20. März. 2011 While „hoofing it“ in the more non-traditional sense, I’ve noticed how I tend to collect things. I collect followers, books, things people offer to give me, I gather ideas. Sometimes its books, sometimes ideas, sometimes pictures. I love to travel. Friday morning started out at the train station in a foreign car waiting … Continue reading A Collector
January 14th, 2010 I watched Up in the Air last night with my Mom. I realized that it is strangely like my life at times. The man in George Clooney’s character didn’t even know how to answer the question, “Where are you from?” While sitting on the airplane, he hesitantly and slowly answered, “here.” He … Continue reading My Life in Planes
We are flying together, covering ground. Huge lungs become mine, Hearts pounding together, we go. We’re one. Veins surging Hindquarters bunching Releasing. Muscles tighten Swirled masses of raw, power Tightly wrapped thick bones. Lurching forward Thin metal, held lightly in place Grips tiny nails, pounding the ground Muscles expand rapidly Rippling a roaring frame Front … Continue reading Flying
On the soiled wood I sit, with dust around me I wanted to play And feel something, for once The forgotten toy upon the shelf Where you outgrew me, and soon forgot The little toy you once bought. With money earned and carefully saved. Now I sit alone Across the pretty ones The new … Continue reading Forgotten Toy
The black ebony slid across the blank white sheet Marking, slowly, gentle pressure An idea in mind Supposedly able to do anything. Holding the long wooden stick softly Slowly, it scratched across the paper Sketching. It’s supposed to be pretty, supposed to be right. Correctly molded it can be anything. As an eager child it … Continue reading Impurities
February 9th 2013 “Tattoos are a right of passage. They’re a marker of bravery, of maturity, of cultural acceptance. The tattoo represents not only a willingness to accept pain - to endure it - but a need to actively embrace it. Because life is painful - beautiful but painful…….” ― Nicola Barker, The Yips The … Continue reading Pain Medication
A cool breeze snuck through my window this morning. It tickled my nose and made me sneeze. Is that the beginning of fall? Its almost been over a year since I returned from Europe, my suitcases are tucked away. The baggage claim tags are still there, but its again time to wrap up in cotton … Continue reading A Cool Breeze
I remember standing in the hallway with the group of students who were to be in my class for the coming semester. I hadn’t said a word while all of the students chattered and rambled on about the first days of school, each class met once a week, I taught four classes. That first day, … Continue reading First Day of Class
Poesie Sans, Souci 