staycation

There is a groove 

(a ditch more precisely)

in my well-loved

sofa cushion

I slide my foot into it

and it fits perfectly

every time 

I smile,

spine unfurling,

at my shabby,

secret joy, singing

"Now don't that beat the hell 

out of Cinderella's slipper!"

Rene ~ June 2013

Ahhh...Summer

Grab a mini vacation 

Whenever you can

Hope you are all well :)

the baker's daughter

Angela

the artsy girl
down the hall

can't tell you much

about her 

but what she knew 

about me
could fill at least

a thousand ears

Angela
kept birthday candles
in a jar
by her door

she'd light one
whenever I'd come around

then she'd spit
on her burnt fingers, cussin'
yeah, well that's enough outta me

Now...
"Tell me what
you are

by what you wish for,
bear claw,

Are you
the icing

or
the cake?"

Rene~June 11, 2013

*I've turned my comment section off for the summer, as I won't have much time to respond.
 As always you can contact me by e-mail and I will do my best to get back to you in a timely manner.
Enjoy your summer (or whatever season it may be in your corner of the world) and take care~
Rene

Image via Magpie Tales "Charleston Farmhouse Door"

whirlwind

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves
via Magpie Tales

your road hugged

the shoulders of your

dreams and visions

you sailed along

wings silently gliding down

the nature of things

when you woke

you were hatched

blind and flightless

your senses twisted
tested, resisted.

then trusted

your path cleared

to mingle with limitless skies

free as a bird

Rene ~ June 2, 2013
For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

duende

"Ponytail" by Last Exit

up
from the soles
a restless silken quake
this life
this absolute death
a serenade
unapologetic

Rene ~ May 26, 2013

For Magpie Tales

daymark

"Lighthouse Dandelions" Jamie Wyeth

paint yourself

striped wildcat 

arch your eyebrows 

then jiggle the 

ice, round 

and round

in your jelly glass of 

sunbeams

wink knowingly

as the pretty young things 

come 

and pirouette cleverly 

at your feet

gypsy soul whisperer

father figure 

candle on the water

Rene ~ May 20, 2013

For Magpie Tales

heirloom

whisper to me

the story

of your flight

your curious days

your sacred nights

whisper to me

the story of a life you wish
for the world to hold

and I shall place it

like dandelion seeds

neath the mouth

of forever

Rene~May 11, 2013

Photo by Rene 

Magpie Tales image by Togan Gokbakar

ascension

one last broken
word
one first bite of
skin
let heaven and free will
ring
emancipation

thunderclap mistress
thirst obscene
lips parted
full
dripping sunset nectar
the moon is gold
my eyes are green

the world is radiant
jasper
the ceiling endless
aquamarine
i have bled into the river
weeping
it knows my name

Evangeline

Rene ~ May 5, 2013

For Magpie Tales

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

critters

Image: Helen Ward via Magpie Tales

It's always a sight at the trattorie
when wild city critters make a scene

crumbled cake, candelabras
chaos and weasels in starched collars

paper crowns, rumpled nightgowns
won't someone turn that racket down?

reptilian wait staff spin and slither
a tortoise brings breakfast in time for dinner

but there...
in the midst of all the clatter
a honey badger pot scrubber
for whom the noise doesn't matter

he keeps to himself, he doesn't care
doesn't give a whit about the whole affair

he sticks to his task, gets it done
then leaves the city moon for the country sun

Rene ~ April 28, 2013

monhegan

she was beauty ripe
golden,
delicious
in a place where
life has teeth
and apples
are hard to come by

she was
the siren
in the salty song
of the lobsterman
and sunrise
on the tip of
an artist's brush

she was a slice
of time come of age
here, on Monhegan
until, without signal
she was gone
painted into myth
like the hermit of Manana

Rene ~ April 21,2013

For Magpie Tales

"Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look to another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this."

- Henry David Thoreau

Image: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, Jamie Wyeth, 2004

what may flowers bring?

wild haired dandelion
sunshine freckles
spill
out of hole-in-the-bucket
rain cloud promises
running
shoelaces untied

impatient green eyed jungle vines
tangle up
a messy pigtail
of nobody's home knock knock jokes
giggled to a monkey
playing matchbook love songs
on a toy piano

close your eyes
now
or much later
and sing unbelievably off key
to the stracciatella cirrus sky
that you'll really miss me
when I'm gone

Rene ~ April 18, 2013