the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: March, 2013



“I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow the letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love…”

“…Omnia vincit Amor, et nos cedamus Amori.”

1. “The Eclogues of Virgil”

Once I had a child
She was smiling like sunshine
She could see it all
Like she’d been here before
here before vashti bunyan


in a blue cloud-cloth


The Dream Keeper

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

image: Andrea Islas Garcia, farmer, blind from cataracts, Beunavista 1998.
by Marco A. Cruz.

words: the dreamer by langston hughes

this heart only mysterious.



 These bones glowing in the night
these words like precious stones
in the living throat of a petrified bird,
this very beloved green,
this heated lilac,
this heart only mysterious.

image: siren song by barbie kjar
words: alejandra pizarnik, tree of diana

“they just want to play”


“he was not expecting to uncover much we did not already know: kids love dolls and dinosaurs and trucks and cuddly monkeys, and will construct worlds around them before eventually, inevitably, disregarding them for ever. “At their age, they are pretty all much the same,” is his conclusion after 18 months working on the project. “They just want to play.”

image: Alessia – Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy

from  this gem: Toy Stories by Gabriele Galimberti



“You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.”

― George MacDonald

image: here

between births



This week:

  • 38 years blew through the window and landed in my palm.
  • Twins – our momma goat gave birth to twins. Our first goat birth.
  • We finally earned our wheels.

1. meet jellyspoons, mocha, and james
2. 1975
3. llama kisses

you will greet yourself/ arriving at your own door

Graciela Iturbide

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

poem: Love after Love by Derek Walcott
image: Graciela Iturbide, Quince años, 1985