Last week I challenged myself to come up with ten first lines of a sonnet, which traditionally contains fourteen lines of ten syllables and five beats each. And so I did do a bit of writing this ...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/10/23/accountability-with-writing-and-art/
Cooler air has finally come to Georgia, and I’m starting to feel a desire to return to my creative practices, mainly poetry writing and drawing. Before sitting down to write, I clean house, wal...
Ayurvedic medicine extols the benefits of absorbing the prana of open bodies of water. Not that I needed a nudge to swim and soak in mineral hot springs! My husband and I have been going to Color...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/07/24/the-healing-medicine-of-water/
Even though my house is surrounded by trees, it’s still in the suburbs. For some reason, folks around here feel the need to use gas-powered blowers to clear their driveways, which often prevent...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/07/03/time-in-the-mountains/
The bee balm I planted this past April is in full bloom, and the bees are take greedy delight in it. The flowers are right next to a stone retaining wall, and when it’s shady, I love to sit the...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/06/26/bee-balm-delights-as-i-heal/
Long ago, in the storm rocked Cantabrian Sea,My friends and I heeded some impulse to strip And plunge below the jagged breakers.Blood pounding in my ears the only soundAs waves swirled above like...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/06/19/memoir-as-a-body-of-water/
Diary entry, Madrid, International Pride Weekend, 2017Tourist lunch at three o’clock on the terrace, but I’m not alone—a Russian to my right speaks to me in Spanish–Rusia es un infierno, ...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/06/05/after-the-pilgrimage-we-enter-the-garden-of-earthly-delights/
I’ve kept a log of my dreams for years and years, ever since I was a teenager, but lately my nightly visions have slipped away from my conscious mind. As is my custom, I keep a notebook next to...
After the windstorms, we waketo snowslides of petals on the grass,First loss of the season, these lung-soft ghosts.Fire-striped tulips affront our sorrow,waving their wild colors as we pass.After...
https://balancedonedge.blog/2022/05/22/equinox-lovesong-during-late-stage-pandemic/
****** I wrote this poem in 2019 after the Georgia State Assembly passed a law that would criminalize all abortions after a so-called fetal heartbeat was detected in an ultrasound. Camatkarasana,...