charra

a version of the younger self

I am twenty, drifting in la chalupa, the blue boat painted with roses, white lilies image: tatum, dear, where do you find these? poem: la clalupa, the boat – jean valentine

Beware: My Heart

resting place

“He could see the grave site from his studio and his apartment.” final resting place: here image: Paolo Soleri at Arcosanti, Cordes Junction, Ariz., August 2000 paolo soleri: June 21,1919 – April...

woman as a river between

I am sand. My eyes grainy, tears brown, and what of the different tones of bees or flies, how a sting can kill us? I’m speaking the language of smokers, lung-full and wary, breathing a refinery...

here

“I will be gone from here and sing my songs In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are And carve in letters on the little trees The story of my love, and as the trees Will grow the letters...

in a blue cloud-cloth

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. image: Andrea...

this heart only mysterious.

9 These bones glowing in the night these words like precious stones in the living throat of a petrified bird, this very beloved green, this heated lilac, this heart only mysterious. image: siren...

“they just want to play”

“he was not expecting to uncover much we did not already know: kids love dolls and dinosaurs and trucks and cuddly monkeys, and will construct worlds around them before eventually, inevitably,...

advice

“You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.” ― George MacDonald image: here

between births

This week: 38 years blew through the window and landed in my palm. Twins – our momma goat gave birth to twins. Our first goat birth. We finally earned our wheels. 1. meet jellyspoons, mocha, and...

you will greet yourself/ arriving at your own door

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again...

she has only admitted to being a retired poet

in another life, another time, los angeles was my home, and her home, too. the lava lady. the wellington witch. we spent our saturdays together combing through the Goodwill racks.

no society that loved

No society that loved children would consign nearly one in five to poverty. No society that loved its children would put them in front of television for 4 hours each day. No society that loved its...

nets

Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you—banded one? words by H.D. – The Pool

i want to be with people who submerge

The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black...

random fashion post

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trolling and finding: diy macrame

my love for macrame includes one day learning how to do it. Materials: + Waxed cord—you can also use hemp, yarn, suede cording, or any type of string, really. + Scissors + A flat surface—a board,...

the first poem

via: encyclopedia homeschoolica 1. 2.

bone

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ” quote...

Love, what’s left for us, and of us, is this

Take, from my palms, for joy, for ease, A little honey, a little sun, That we may obey Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat unmoored. Fur-shod shadows can’t be heard, Nor terror, in this life,...

a rebozo

“Silk rebozos worn with the best dress – de gala, as they say. Cotton rebozos to carry a child, or to shoo away the flies. Devout rebozos to cover one’s head with when entering church. Showy...

Yes.

A goat ride.

Folklore

The rooster frantically gathered the gang of hens, wrangling them up toward the backyard pasture. Sitting on the wooden fence, a hawk watched and waited for the opportune moment to strike. It never...

they must do it for love.

“Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for love.” Farmers farm...

a fire place

“The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante’s paradise could equal it. One breath...

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have...

wearing sedona

Tsumori Chisato SS13 = Sedona, Arizona and Georgia O’Keeffe. so good. images via prism of threads

friday’s tune: Im glad you are a monkey woman too

Yes, Im a sack of broken eggs I always have an unmade bed Don’t you?

bark and roots

“There is no doubt that the Indian held medicine close to spiritual things. As a doctor he was originally very adroit and often successful. He employed only healing bark, roots, and leaves with...