Peach Tree Pink Blossom


The peach, Hanging taut and dewy, Just within reach, Or beyond, To fully realize Its potential Must be picked, And eaten, Full fleshy, Ripe, and juicy Delight. © WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2014. All rights reserved.

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Jean François, Gleaners, 1837


I know you, Each one. You reappear, Each generation’s wave, Your back, strong. Your shoulders, wide. Your smile, Oh, your smile, Like mother. At times, Like sister. But always, Friend. . Fierce, Fast, Friend. . . . . . I loved this image of women working. It is […]

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Intersections (used with permission)


We, Unsurprisingly, Standing at the summit, Imagine ourselves, Gods. . . . . . Thank you, photographer Navid Baraty, for your generosity in allowing me to use your breathtaking photo. You can find this and more of Navid’s work on his website. . . . © WhatHabit […]

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Mi Nana y Yo, Frida Kahlo

Shadow Mother

Like a vapour, or a veil Or a scrim that shades detail, She deceives and she confines, She interferes and undermines. With dark intent and appetite For infant flesh and soul alike, She appeared in her disguise As mother dear to lonely eyes. And thus the witch, she […]

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From depths of mind I walked the shore, Where broken ribs and jutting beam Lay buried half in sand. And there at waters edge, pristine A lotus white had death defied, From distant muddy depths it seemed All wisdom, innocence combined. Though tempted I continued on And left […]

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Mountain Goat Kids


Oh woe! And rue the days she shirked her charge, Her blue puella eyes averted, blind To pain and sore despair, for her too large, To look too close, malicious pranks she’d find. And so another mother came to know The radiant, inf’nite possibility. Malevolent perfection time would […]

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Dear Mum, I love you, and I admire all the mums before you who gave, never knowing the generations of children who enjoy the legacy you created.

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Winner Roses


Now to tell the tale of what I’d sown, Of lawns and trees and roses, stones inlaid. How proud was I of all that I had grown, A vacant lot to sanctuary made. The roses were my fav’rite, and I dreamt Of climbing stalks and blossoms bursting tall. […]

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Cache Lake Loon Algonquin Park


Just as the robin And the finch Herald the morn’ With joyous song, Their melodies unchanged Since that first dawn, So does humankind Write, dance and paint the day, Repeating words, steps and strokes, Compelled by that same force Unfathomable, That wells up, Bursting in raucous shouts From […]

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By taken during the official visit of US Rep. Frank Wolf [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons public domain

How Can I Stand By?

When I was a child My mama tucked me into bed We said a prayer for my Daddy Brothers, sisters Grandpa, granny. Hugs and kisses Close your eyes Leave the light on In the hall Sweet dreams, Sweet dreams, Goodnight. How can I stand by And watch the […]

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