Loose Leaf Notes

The moon is the world’s porch light but where is the switch? and who’s controlling it? ____________________________ Post note: The above little ditty was written by me and a man with disabilities that I support.

Grasshoppers and crickets are the static of summer a steady drone I can’t pin down They seem to trade rounds like altos and sopranos in a chorus of chatter and hum _______________________________________ Finally a soloist breaks through the crowd The others cheer him on in a rousing language I don’t understand in a clamor of […]

Glow in the dark kick-off Across a field of sky Paused in mid-air Everybody’s watching Won’t touch down till morning

A Blueberry Pie for Joshua Rolling out pie dough into continent shapes first Asia, then Africa I feel my grandmother’s wildness in me navigating rough edges of coastline as I steer the rolling pin like an oar like an antique relic from her “roaring 20s” it rocks back and forth I relive my mother’s frustration […]

The beach at sunset is the Louvre of nature A Sistine Chapel of sky A Maxfield Parrish of pink-lined clouds over a Timothy Leary of tide The beach at sunset is a great romance of Mona Lisa moon and Van Gogh sun Where Lovers stroll and paddle surfers sweep the deep end of ocean Painting […]

Morning clouds cling to its bony spine Smoke rings rise from its bowl Fire breathing yawn exhales the sun burns a hole in the fog

So I went to my yearly CPR class on Saturday with nursery rhymes on my mind.  I tried to jot them down in my notebook like I did many years ago while making fire alarms in a factory or when I worked in my friend Juniper’s bead shop.  But the CPR teacher kept quizzing us, […]

The boasting crocus woke us singing Dandelions were roaring and bluebells were ringing Loose-lipped tulips made the red poppies blush The iris joined the chorus and the crabapples fussed The daffodils were baffled by the mourning dove’s weeping Wagging dogwoods barking kept the peepers from sleeping _______________Colleen Redman Post note:  The above is a recent […]

Tell me a story of things that smell lovely Jasmine, Patchouli I love you truly Post note: The poem is from my vault of nursery rhymes written in the 70’s – 80’s that I’ve recently been re-writing.   The photo is from a Woman’s Wellness Week bookmaking workshop sometime in the early 90’s and is […]

The smell of wild onions and dirt over easy is awakening my appetite for spring

From lumbering slumber we come up for air crashing through a blanket of blue waves From a warm weightless drift comes a cold wakeful spray Sleep sogged and dream logged we dive into day

The moon is a mutiny a one bubble revolution escape from the sky-sea of sudsy clouds It floats across the heavens like a flower child pagan in peaceful demonstration against the status quo