Thursday, October 27, 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sunday, October 23, 2011
















I can picture a labyrinth at the end of the walk with mature trees encircling it (at some point in time) creating a canopy for privacy. I also want a variety of garden beds on the right hand side of the walkway. On the left-hand side, obscured by the very tall and still blooming knockout rose, is my father's memory garden with wisteria and roses and a weeping cherry tree and some other plants. It's still a work in progress.








Friday, October 14, 2011

my father moved through dooms of love
e.e. cummings

my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead he called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely)stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
—i say though hate were why man breathe—
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all














Wednesday, October 12, 2011




























maggie and milly and molly and may
by E. E. Cummings


10

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea






















Monday, October 10, 2011



Back Home

Took a trip last week with my friend, Becca. We went to Naples, Fl
to stay with my sister. While there, we went fishing one day at
Ten Thousand Islands, which was quite an experience! I will save that
story for another time. We also went to the Everglades and took
an airboat ride through the mangroves. We took a short
swamp walk while there as well, and we visited the Clyde Butcher
gallery. And, we could not leave the Glades behind without
visiting the Skunkape Research Center. To our surprise, David
was actually there! Then my friend and I took the Key West Express
ferry to Key West for a few days.

All the pictures below are from the Key West trip. I loved the
Butterfly Conservatory and could have stayed in there all morning!