Catherine
I’ve a winter soul winter soul with winter skin, paper pale (not paper thin) and days and days where color hides through icy wind straight, clear and dry it takes its time to shift to... More »
Catherine
the day the sun the wind the leaves the scent of smoke the hint of rain the lake colored blue in the morning,white at dusk eerie grey, when the night is deep I am haunted... More »
Catherine
bold are dreams night comes, with all the gentle easing grace that reality has cradling, comforting, quieting sweet darkness, soft bedding but dreams are bold all encompassing cracking reality wide open questioning comes, humming the... More »
Catherine
I meditate on gravity and on magnetic force as I orbit in my morning house bare feet rubbing, maple boards buffed by night’s silent air I know these forces invisible play their games in hidden... More »
Catherine
the stars gather strength playing, pressing through the ink night sky the inkier the deeper the emptier the sky the stronger the pull stellar confusions astral confessions celestial cravings shimmering with naked beauty punctuated by... More »
Catherine
I wonder at the flavor the flavor of your soul when the drama of the daytime stage has been neatly put to bed and all seems to be quite orderly still you linger in my... More »
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June 2009 
