Breathless I fall (a poem from wine country)
BREATHLESS I FALLIn this place, ocean breezes carry mesenselessthoughts unravelling streaming out like clouds floating by without regard to time or space into fantasywhere sun and sand and sea meet on...
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I am relaxing in the 'sitting room' of the B&B where C.C. and I are staying in Sonoma County. Yesterday we drove along the coast from San Francisco, the top down on the mustang convertibe we rented...
View ArticleIn Liberty's Gaze (a 4th of July Repost)
You can protect your liberties in this world only by protecting the other man's freedom. You can be free only if I am free. Clarence DarrowShe didn't know her own strength. She'd never been tested....
View ArticleLife is an act of creation
When I was a child my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk, you'll be the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso. Pablo PicassoWhen...
View ArticleI'm over at A Year of Making a Difference!
I have been absent from this place for awhile.Oh, I've been writing every day -- just not here.And in case you're looking for me and wondering where I'm at....I'm over at A Year of Making a...
View ArticleThe Window
The Window Through Which We Look A young couple moved into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they were eating breakfast, The young woman saw her neighbor hanging the wash outside. 'That...
View ArticleJoyce Wycoff Everyday Beauty: Día de los Muertos: Romerillo, Chiapas
Joyce Wycoff Everyday Beauty: Día de los Muertos: Romerillo, Chiapas
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In the moment of where I am
In this vast space nudged up against the Rockies, spring comes late. This week, snow fell, ice melted. Water flowed. The first delicate pussy willows burst open. Spring is in the air.Still nippy, the...
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