Hug A Plane Today

You can never travel too much!

Night Blooming Jasmine

Disguise

"A rose by anyother name would smell as sweet"

The bloom invites you in

without warning

a thorn will cut as deep 

regardless of its disguise

Sometimes

Sometimes, there is so much going on that it is almost impossible to express any feeling. There is a point when all emotions implode and the mind becomes filled with static. I had to reclaim my life and my garden.

You planted so many roses and over the years they bloomed ever expanding outward. Did I tell you I hate roses. Did I tell you that I'd rather live in a city near the ocean than in a pampered garden. You thought I'd like the roses. Out of a twisted sort of kindness I said nothing.

Now, I want you to know that I'd rather walk across the Brooklyn Bridge or stand at the top of the Empire State Building and look out over the city, cold and concrete, than look at your roses.

BTW. I went out into the garden and cut each bush to the quick with my bare hands, enduring the thorns and treasuring each scratch as a momento of removing the last vestige of you from my chaotic life.

This Is How We Roll

National Harbor in Oxon Hill, Maryland. Street Art.

My Ivan

Ivan Being Random

Hiking Trafalgar Falls

Hiking Trafalgar Falls

Island of Dominica

En pasos cortos o' con pasos largos

En pasos cortos o' con pasos largos.... seguimos pa'lante.

In short steps & with long steps..... we continue to go forward. I hope so.... Espero que sí.

Hot Springs, Dominica

Michael thought he'd been most everywhere in the Caribbean. Still, he had never visited Dominica. His father dismissed it as being unexciting and his mother bemoaned that the hotels did not have even a single star to their credentials. Grazi was crazy about the island.

Every time they visited San Juan, she found a way to hop islands to get to her Dominica. They spent plenty of time in the sulpher springs and visited every mineral bath on the island. As long as they had rum, he was along for the ride.

"This place is volcanic... so its alive."

"The hardships I endure for love." Michael replied thinking of his mother's absurd comment. This was more than enough.

Diving Dominica

One of their first free dives was in Dominica. Grazi took Michael to Champagne Reef. He laughed as she pull her running shorts on over her bikini and strapped the knife to her waist. She slid in with only her mask and fins.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked from the boat.

"Yea, I've been doing this my whole life. We'll start out shallow and go deeper."

"I'm going to wear my snorkle so I can take pictures."

Ok, one day our kids, will be able to see how crazy we were."

"You mean, how daring you are. I'm the crazy one. I'll follow you anywhere, even to the depths of the ocean."

"Oh, come on, it's not that deep!"

Grazi turned and dove under. As Michael jumped in he thought....this is the only person, the only person in this world who could make me leave my gear and follow her. The only one.

Geometry In Nature

 

This iris is so delicate like a white and purple butterfly delighting in its otherworldly ruffled wings. The white is absolute and the purple starts as speckles and culminates in a full explosion of color at the curling edges. The very central three petals form a purple and white triangle radiating out and each petal has a central white streak within the purple radiating inward to a precise centerpoint. These irises seem to be a series of repeating triangles lain crisscross upon each other. Each ruffle appears to be part of the curve of a perfect spiral. (Words cannot to it justice!) Everyday new ones are transforming from tight bud and unfolding themselves to the sun. Then, they just sway in the spring breeze for us to enjoy.

Hurricane Season Is Coming

Hurricane Season begins June 1, 2018

That is 24 days away! There are still approx. 25,000 people in Puerto Rico without power from Irma & Maria.

Haleakalā Sleeps On

    

At least Haleakalā on Maui is still sleeping. Treat softly and don't wake Pele.

Purple Iris Of Spring

I forgot about the irises

perennial like every season turning

they return    a reminder

a constant

something to hold on to

Alone With Your Numbers Staggering Through My Head

Backstory: Solstice 35 - novel in progress

Graziella is a Literature major who becomes a sucessful writer. Michael is an Economics/Mathematics major that she falls in love with. This is the story of 35 years of their relationship and the poetry she writes about their lives.

 

Winter Solstice 8

Alone With Your Numbers Staggering Through My Head

 

a thousand thousand thousand

days have past yet winter

arrives with and without you

shadows of days shorten

nights of stars arc to a fullness

a tipping point where dark slips

before it falls

night of solstice

full moon luck

shimmering snowy hills crystalline

glamouring the foxfire to greenest green

I stoke the fire against the cold

kindling catches then crackles

painting this room golden eloquent

whisper of prayer in Fibonacci sequence

escapes my lips just

because 1 and 1 is always 2

0, 1, 1, 2

how long this night is without you

how the universe seems to bank and pivot

out of my reach

dare I miss you

while you live in a random array of infinite values

continents oceans that divide us

your hypothesis that distance

multipied by time

will close the circle

only you chose to bisect

so this night

solstice     longest of nights

I claim the luck of foxfire in the woods

alone moonlight on the snow

lights me a new path

the full moon whispers to me

binary code 1010111

one step or nothing one

step nothing one step

take another step

Visiting The Parthenon

Grazi and Michael wove their way up the Acropolis hand in hand through the crowds of tourists. They had a dare....who could get the most photos with the least people in them. Michael took crazy angles and Grazi chased shadows and sunbeams.

Street Life, Athens

Grazi and Michael always stopped in Athens before going island hopping. She loved the street life. She loved the Plaka and the Monastiraki with its flea market stalls. Grazi welcomed the sun warming her bronze. Everyone speaking greek to her. She always answered in such a silly mixture of broken greek, italian and spanish. Michael's patience would melt as he began to sweat and pink up. He always refused sunscreen. They would find a table in the shade and drink ouzo all afternoon. He would be placated. She would be drunk on love and geography.