Washing Dishes
Confession: when I am sad or dealing with intense inner work or big house breakages (no hot water, no water, no internet etc.) washing dishes is the first to go. So this poem is helping me get a new relationship to make it more fun and actually nourishing.
GETTING TO SNOW
DAY IN FOUR PARTS
Often we can deny so called hard experiences. They catch up to us.
A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book I created with artist Deidre Scherer
Every walk into the ordinary can bring in the sacred. And you don’t have to do anything except enjoy.
A MERMAID'S JOURNEY INTO SLEEP
Bodily sensations of letting go. Entering the dream world. Succumbing to sleep.
A poem from Everyday Mermaid. A collaborative poetry art book with artist Deidre Scherer.
CODA: OUR BREATH
Trees are part of us. We are part of trees.
This poem has a surprise origin. Recovering from hip surgery I had gotten back from six days in the hospital. I couldn’t sleep. I was a wreck lying on the bed twitching. In the middle of the night, I got up to walk. Step by wooden step I moved. I felt like a tree Ent from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. The poem came. I felt a deep connection to trees which has deepened over the years.
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My wish for all of us for the holidays and for next year.
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HOLIDAY (ENFORCED)
Describes the emotional and physical difficulties of being sick. It also shows a gift that can be tucked away in it. Hopefully, the humorous light touch can lessen the worry a bit with Covid.
Breaking a relationship is a breaking. It can bring a shattering. It is an individual journey with no prescribed path or time. This poem is both a metaphor for the journey and a description of physical sensations the body, heart, mind could feel.
THANKSGIVING
Happy Gratitude Day. I am grateful for all the animals living around my house. They enrich my life and connect me to my juicy wildness.
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A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with artist Deidre Scherer.
BREAKFAST NOOK
There is a silence in fall which can be healing.
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A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with artist Deidre Scherer.
LYING ON THE GROUND
Clouds live in us.
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A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with artist Deidre Scherer.
MAGIC IS WHERE YOU FIND IT
A magic moment from the past.
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From our book, EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with artist, Diedre Scherer.
UNDERCOVER
When fear runs your path.
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From EVERYDAY MERMAID, a collaborative poetry art book with artist Deidre Scherer.
I KNOW NOW THAT...
A poem about fear. We all have to figure out our relationship to this basic emotion rooted in our survival mechanisms.
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MUSINGS OF A MORNING
Morning musings straight from the unconscious.
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MUSINGS OF A MORNING from our book, EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with my poetry and Deidre Scherer’s art.
LATE NIGHT
The night sky is constantly changing.
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LATE NIGHT from our book, EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book with my poetry and Deidre Scherer’s art.
VENUS for Deidre
Bittersweet
Several days ago the light changed. It was fall. Transitions are complex.
Bittersweet from our book, EVERYDAY MERMAID.