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THE RUNNER
In memory of Dennis whose laughter I will forever remember THE RUNNER Fierce as the fighter at sword’s end, he pierces the ethers with feet pursuing in active rite a holy destination. With easy strides cutting the air cleanly, his pursuit begins in quest of his ecstasy; bought at the cost of a body agonizing…
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A Good Friend (from Kiss The Moon)
You stayed the night while I lumbered my body through a partition closing me from life. While I fought through a sea of memories holding me hostage to long and lonely years. You saw me through eyes of tears reflecting the hardness mine needed to smelt with coals being fired in a heart…
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My Love Of Barns
When I was a young girl we moved to The Farm. It was the most beautiful place my eyes had yet seen. The red barn sat on a hill opposite the white house also sitting on an incline. And outside any window were horizons as far as my eyes could see. But the red barn…
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Sacred Permit
I am posting this wall quilt with the hope that it will be purchased for someone who is expecting a child. It has always been mine to know that we come with a sacred permit that says we are chosen as our parents are also chosen. I know this is not a commonly held concept, …
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The Whole World Is Looking For A Mother
In the `90’s, when my world was struggling to find its place after the death of our middle son a few years earlier, the bigger world outside of me seemed only to reflect what I was working on. And in the midst of my struggles, I wrote The Whole World Is Looking For A Mother. …
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Midnight Blue
When we first received this card I knew I wanted to do my fabric version of it. At the moment it is my favorite. It will be on display for the February 10th exhibit at the Oak Park Arms. There will also be a reception. I hope those in the area will allow…
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Conundrums
A miserable constitution should send one to class rather than to the doctor. The true child of the universe walks in confidence. It is the child held captive in the adult body who flounders helplessly. There is no profit in knowing anything if it is not also a given. Urchin is the adult in process.…
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Refuge In Dreams
In the beginning when I was young and when I was very cold, I took my mammoth skin and drew it closer about me and found refuge in dreams. Like a tourniquet it stopped the flow of life out of me. Now I am old and I huddle still deeper in my woolen wrap.…
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A God Work
When we write our own personal ambitions out of the picture, we kill all illusions. I feel kindly toward illusions and see them for what they are. They are the finery with which we dress all the dailyness, all the scullery to make it not only bearable but to elevate it also. That is a…
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The Homecoming
My warm breath makes a circle of clear space on the frosted pane. I gaze at empty horizons willing your outline to appear to give this day extra measure. You move into view with water pails swinging, from shoulders whose strength I know by heart, with strides cleanly cutting the knee high snow, effortlessly. I…