“…all that longing over language used…” Passing

Thank you to the editors of Apollo’s Lyre for publishing this poem.

I keep thinking about what was Taken

Thank you to the editors of Doorknobs and BodyPaint for publishing this flash fiction.

(photo of Wolf House)

In researching a project with crows, I learned that magpies are also corvids and love their stark black and white.

Gide

I love living here because Winter Solstice is the perfect day to dump the jacket & boots

and walk the shore barefoot, whether young

or mid & very young

or willets interacting

or eating

sandcrabs…

even the western snowy plover

is on the shore of Point Reyes on this perfect day.

Fire Fan Dance

Paul Winter Winter Solstice

In Wiccan tradition, people stay awake on Winter Solstice to sing and cleanse and watch over the sleeping Sun as he regenerates within their safe croons and arms till the following morning when his strength is restored. In subsequent days, Sun shines brighter and longer till Summer Solstice, after which he continues to weaken until once more watched over as he sleeps through the longest night of the year.

Yule history

Thank you for following this blog. I appreciate your support. This blog will resume Winter Solstice 2011…consider the time between as poetry’s space on the page since:

…it is silence that exposes our fiery hearts to serpentine tongues,

silence that would strip our marrow if not for the pulsing muteness

of flesh kneading flesh, of snakes and stars and moon-shackled seas.

(excerpt from “If Not for Silence” )

The painting is part of a larger watercolor that I’ll post in the future.

Zoe, the main character of my novel-in-progress, continues to photoblog at bonegirlpix.wordpress.com

As if watching from another cup…two teams so perfectly matched that they remain O to O almost through overtime.  What footwork & teamwork throughout!

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

Georgia O’Keeffe

Creation’s force uses whatever is around to pay tribute, express, memorialize. One man, playing volleyball by the time I walked by, gathered and sculpted driftwood toward the sun on this longest day of the year. As they arrived, friends added feathers, cones, trash, seaweed, a scarf she’d brought, until they’d collectively created “The Sea Tree.”

Too many beautiful naked people surrounded this piece so I chose to capture only the top half, but it was grounded by tall driftwood pressed close as if a single truck with seaweed dangling about four feet above the sand to the right of this central truck .

For a shot that better captures the magic rather than the specifics, www.bonegirlpix.wordpress.com