poetic space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”

~ G. Bachelard, The Poetic of Space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

suburban dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

passage

 

 

 

 

 

“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”

 

 

Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera

 

 

 

 

 

make hay..

 

 

 

 

while the sun shines

 

a day of warmth and sunshine
rare for January
the new year has just begun
tired from the busy-ness of the holidays
every bit of extrovert-ness mustered
has been used up
(exhausting for an introvert)

wandering alone around this farm
a breath of fresh air
before my hibernation begins

to sort things out
to accomplish some goals
to start on a couple of projects
to try something new

 

(in March I will be spending a week up at Maine Media College, participating in a workshop led by Cig Harvey)

 

Is it  possible to teach an old dog new tricks?

 

I’ll let you know come April

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

winter shadows on the table in the hall

 

 

 

 

I hear the quiet
in the dark

and smell the warm sunlight
dancing across the wall

I see the crack in the jar
where the cover doesn’t quite fit

I feel the chip in the wall
in the shape of a ragged heart

I taste the offering of sweetness
waiting on the table

 

I think

this is me

my self portrait