a long, deep draught of silence

Photo: V. Slotto Palm Desert, CA

Photo: V. Slotto
Palm Desert, CA

a long, deep draught of silence

i rest in the arms of nature
and listen to robin’s song, dove’s longing.
i taste the joy of spring’s first bud,
or touch the loneliness of summer’s last bloom.

i recline ‘neath the limbs of our maple,
inhale the first breath of dawn
or delight in the touch of ocean’s caress
then lie still in sand’s warm embrace.

alone, i hear whispers of windsong,
sing with rain chanting softly at night
and keep watch with my silent companion—
nature’s presence, offering healing within.

Much of my life, I’ve been blessed to live where nature’s gifts abound–the desert, the ocean, the foothills. When life becomes chaotic, all I need to do is go outside, alone, and listen to the beauty around me and discover the healing that nature offers. Today, a special guest host at dVerse Poetics invites us to join her in revisiting those places that have done the same for us. I couldn’t focus on just one. Please join us with a poem, and spend some time finding peace in nature.

Stay for Awhile


Photo: sturmovikdragon.com

Photo: sturmovikdragon.com

A train, at a standstill across
the river, gasps for breath, hisses
its need to move along toward
destiny. Slow start, a wheeze.
It inches forward, heading East.

But I, I don’t want to go.


I live across the river from the train track that threads through the Sierra Nevada from California to points East. I love its plaintive sound (except when some middle-of-the-night engineer really lays on the whistle). It seems to call us to distant places.

This week, at dVerse Poetics, we’re writing about trains. Why don’t you hop on board?!

My Philosophy of the Artist’s Life

Photo: yeepet.com

Photo: yeepet.com

You live the life of a poet or artist.
A dog marks his place on earth.
Someday, someone will discover that
you were there before him.

An old one, revamped. For those of us who have no children to carry on our presence on earth, this has to be, in part, an underlying factor in our choices.

So happy to have Brian Miller hosting again at dVerse where he’s asking us to rethink WHY we do what we do…in other words, our personal philosophies.

My babies:


Non Fiction Beating the Odds, Support for Persons with Early Stage Dementia


Novel Winter is Past

  I’m planning a free Kindle give-away for Mid-August–will keep you posted.






Poetry Jacaranda Rain

Jacaranda Rain

Novel The Sin of His Father

The Sin of His Father

july wonder–dVerse Poetics

july wonder

as gentle rain slacks the thirst
of our faltering ash tree,
so does your touch bring joy to my heart.

this morning I watch from the kitchen window
as you nurture your garden.
wind chimes laugh. life abounds.

Posted for dVerse Poetics where we are celebrating our 4th Anniversary. My words: gentle, tree, joy, nurture, laugh, life. Please join us! The doors open at 12:00 PM EDT.

Photo: V. Slotto The gardener with last years tomatoes and Sparky.

Photo: V. Slotto
The gardener with last years tomatoes and Sparky.

if i but had wings–the Sunday Whirl

As I return from a too-long hiatus, I thought I’d join in Brenda’s Sunday Whirl with this poem that uses words she offers for our enjoyment.

Photo: freehdwall.com

Photo: freehdwall.com

if i but had wings

i would escape to the skies with hawks and crows,
thrill to cracks of thunder, ride splintered lightning
through open spaces, drink rain from white billows,
taste flaming orange sunsets…to finally collapse
into earth’s embrace and listen to creation’s heartbeat,
touch the grainy clay of her skin before, bone-weary,
i would crawl into the realm of darkness to enfold my body
in swaths of rainbow quilts and bright-colored dreams.


Here are the words should you want to give it a Whirl:

Image: Sunday Whirl

Image: Sunday Whirl

rumor has it that the honey bee population is in decline

rumor has it that the honey bee population is in decline

a palindrome

Photo: ars.usda.gov

Photo: ars.usda.gov

the bees and i share stories
as we flirt with pink primrose blooms.
we tease lavender—fragrant and seductive.
(gardening comes easy in the company of friends.)
today, the bees are abuzz.

today, the bees are abuzz.
(gardening comes easy in the company of friends.)
we tease lavender—fragrant and seductive
as we flirt with pink primrose blooms.
the bees and i share stories.

Thanks to Mary over at dVerse Meeting the Bar for sharing this fun form–a palindrome or mirror poem. You will notice that the second stanza is the reverse of the first. Try one of your own and join us at the pub!