Mount Rainer, Sep 2022, Lakes loop.
Geologic Age
I look in the rearview mirrorThere are more miles behind meThan lie ahead. Our culture would diminish meAnd tell me I am becoming invisible.I should cling to youthSo that I do not disappear. My value as a womanSeems to erodeThe longer I travel this path.This is a grand deception,A seismic lie. The world fears womenWhoContinue reading "Geologic Age"
Ghosts
I mostly don’t believe in ghosts, but I am haunted by them just the same. My ghosts are the sort who stand behind me, just out of sight, and whisper just outside my audible range. They are pieces of my heart, those I have loved and lost, and they crowd me closely where my memoriesContinue reading "Ghosts"
Rose Houppelande
My first houppelande! Lightweight heathered wool flannel, lined with heavy linen. Goals: dagged sleeves, stand-up collar, train, relatively conservative fabric volume through the torso.
House Snark 