I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music and I’ll bolt the door. – J. D. Salinger Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of […]| The Used Life
To the Moon and Back, paper collage, 2025 The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover […]| The Used Life
Creatures from the Deep, paper collage, 2025 it is the nature of things to be undone the swiftness of birdsthat coaxes the weather from the winethe octopus from the coral perfume, etc.it is the nature of the mindto wanderamong rebellious flowersshoes untied, grocery bag full of poems and other space junk| The Used Life
everything that ever waswill be again every morning, the orange juice is shakenthe coffee, stirredsalt tossed over the shoulder for luck, etc.the planets synchronize to make this happenthough it isn’t the scent of coffee nor the soft clanking of spoons that rustles me out of bed, but the sound of a little bird’s songthat renews […]| The Used Life
The Portal, paper collage, 2024 And so you think maybe that’s why we’re going out to the stars? Looking for our lost souls, is that it? Trying to get away from our evil planet to a good one? –…| The Used Life
there is chatter over coffee this Sunday morning, while the clothes on the clothesline billow softly in the breezeTuesday’s jeans, grass-stained and spilling over with the tales of oak trees,which are hard to come by, so I’m toldWednesday’s socks…oh, if poppies could talkyesterday’s t-shirt stained with the armor of the cosmos and last but not […]| The Used Life
the world doesn’t offer us hopeit does, however, offer us the possibility of transcendence and that’s something, believe me, i’ve practiced step one: tread lightly. each spoonful of earth contains the remnants of a galaxystep two: be watchful of crows. they, too, are magnanimous spiritsstep three: marvel at the snails underfoot, without whom we wouldn’t […]| The Used Life
Northern Cardinal (male) This is the time of year when activity at my bird feeders slows. In just the past few weeks, my feeders went from being extremely busy–just as busy as, if not busier than, they are in the wintertime–to being rather quiet. This is, of course, due to the change in seasons. Even […]| The Used Life
where do the stories go,and from where do they come? do they leave us in our sleep,as autumn clings to the shoelaceswith dappled paintbrush and a forlorn smile?it is better to make room for that which is beautiful and also fleetingjust ask the hummingbirds as they gothe stars are empty-handed in comparisonthere, now. this, too, […]| The Used Life
Magic in the Air, paper collage, 2024 there is a measure of innocencein all thingstake the raccoon, for example, with his little moon eyesor the fawn on her curious legsthere is a measure of unreality in all thingsthis, we call fantasythe fish nod in unanimous agreementeverything that comes closeralso fadesthe leaves fall in majestic symphonyand […]| The Used Life
