Myself at the end of winter’s long, cold rope

Thank you Ted Kooser for sharing such a perfect poem for this day by Susan Kelly-DeWitt. I think I may be at the end of my own long cold rope with winter on this day–when nothing is enough–punctuated by a Coke frozen solid and cleft in two thrown to the ground in the barrenest parking garage ever…’tis bleak… Continue reading Myself at the end of winter’s long, cold rope

Chasing Claude from Chiberia

Chasing Claude, ©2013, circa 2001. Oil on canvas. Giverny In Monet’s garden across a lake a Japanese bridge is draped with white wisteria like angel’s laughter waterlilies bloom in clusters reflections everywhere and above the sky pours down the light the lilies floating like the eyes of fallen stars with their sad green irises half… Continue reading Chasing Claude from Chiberia