Two-step

G.I. and Lover, Hyde Park, London, 1944
Ralph Morse

Come with fiddler's reel,

quiver of leaves;

pull the tangle of branches

back from the sky.

Coax me to kick my shoes,

two-step the finest pine;

collapse in needles

at the base of the trunk.

Bark tastes my fingers

with mossy ridges,

like a green water dog

licking salt and scent.

Frost melts to dew.

I see myself in October eyes,

press the burn of summer

from your hair.

tk/October 2013 

A beautiful and unexpected midweek read by R.A.D. Stainforth...and in color too...

Mark your calendars!

It's time to announce the big cyber event of the year! Peeps from all over the world have been flocking to Willow Manor, in ball gowns and tails, for an evening of fun and frivolity, every October for the last four years. Plans are under way as we speak, for the gala evening, which, mysteriously enough, lasts a whole 24 hours. So, dear friends, mark your calendars, do some outlandish cyber shopping, and grab a date for The 5th Annual Willow Manor Ball.  As always, there will be a Mr. Linky widget provided for you to sign in, if you would like to share what you're wearing, or who your date might be, for the big event. 

The 5th Annual 

Willow Manor Ball

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Stay tuned the next few weeks for juicy updates. My people have informed me that Marcello Mastroianni and Veronica Lake, among other notables, will be among our guests. Feel free to take the above poster, or the badge below, to pimp on Facebook, or your blog. 

Ankle Deep

celebrating my second birthday
October 20, 1958, Brown County, Indiana

October is my favorite month.  It also happens to be the month of my birth, and maybe that is why
I consider autumn to be my personal spring, my genesis.  The bite of fresh air, vibrant color, the delicious crunch of leaves, breathe life into my stagnate summer spirit.  And isn't it curious, that autumn is a glorious burst of joy and sorrow, just as I happen to be a quirky mix of funny and melancholy?

The summer chapter of my life is winding down, and with the first small steps into autumn, it should be no surprise, that I find myself quite at home here. I'm snuggling in, making myself comfortable, brewing coffee, expecting a season of great passion, creativity, and happiness.






Ankle Deep

Just beyond

the summer kitchen

down the hall

and to the right

past the prints

of children and roses

is a darker, quiet room

ripe with passion

and woodsmoke

where I bloom 

brighter than fire

in wool socks knit

loose from other years

ankle deep in October 

tk/October 2011