Dear Readers,
As you may know, one week ago I fell and fractured my left jaw. I was on my way to get a haircut. I’ve been at a loss for words. Last night I wrote this before going to bed. It’s my answer to the question everyone asks me–and that I ask myself. Read the rest of this entry »
The photo above isn’t at all connected to my dream. It is, however, a magnificent view of a tiny corner of stuff the good people at Longwood Gardens take care of so I don’t have to take care of it! Isn’t that wonderful? I think so.
Now here’s the dream. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m in the shady if not elderly bracket of life. You know. That time of life when people start treating you differently. Sometimes they don’t know whether to do obeisance because you’ve lived so long, or whether to treat you as Read the rest of this entry »
Secrets of my body
pause, linger, bleed slow
through veins
barely alive, gasping—
for Air.
The cost of keeping family and personal secrets Read the rest of this entry »
old women’s visions
sigh in abandoned forests
of dreams and regrets
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Does this sound like a downer? I don’t intend it as a downer. The truth is simple: Read the rest of this entry »
I
elders
cling close
old age
unseen
kindly eyes
drill deep
tap light
unseen
by youth
or passersby
II
Sweet Jesus
Could I not wave
A magic wand
But once? Read the rest of this entry »
20 November 2015
One more ring around
The core of who I am
And will become
At a loss
I stand mute
Inhale this world Read the rest of this entry »
At The Sky Hook Motel in Mitchell, Oregon, there was part of a Scripture verse in a picture frame on the wall. It brought to mind a memory.
Isaiah 49:16b
“…I have engraved you on the palms of my hands….”
once-jagged layers
wear light blue-gray and deep brown
sand-polished by waves
rocks along the edge
bear chalky white droppings from
seabirds passing by
enduring beauty
created by stormy seas
and heaving earthquakes
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 29 July 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, October 2012
Oswald West State Park, Oregon
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