DiaBLOGue

The Mattress

I look around me and I laugh. I am caught by the interplay of light and color upon the chandelier. From long ago I see a child’s triumph. In one dangling crystal I see her…

The Courtship

It was nearly seven. Uncanny the way she could sense that particular hour even without looking and even on days that were not Thursday. The library was quiet as always. The afternoon people had been…

Snowflake Girl

I grew up in Snowflake, which lies in desert country in Arizona, altitude 5600 feet. Alof Larson and May Hunt, my parents, were among the early arrivals to this pioneer settlement, named for Erastus Snow…

Triad

STEPHEN 
carries secrets he hasn’t had time 
to decode, 
takes his clues from me 
as I search for signals myself, 

My Temple

My roots are planted in God’s earth. 
My wings extend throughout God’s ether. 
My interior is God’s kingdom. 

The Perennial Harlot

I met my first man in a garden. 
He fell easy; it only took a red apple. 
I laid the blame on a snake—