Death of the Heart

Smash a thousand ruby hearts
just picked on a Sunday morning in June.

Add sugar and pectin and a drop of vanilla.
Boil violently. Yes, violently.

Pour into crystal clear jars.
Screw on lids. Not too tightly.

If you followed all the rules,
you’ll hear the jars seal shut.

A little sucking in.
A sharp inhale.

Then stack the dead hearts
on a dark pantry shelf.

Or, give them all away.
Yes, it’s better to get rid of them.

Before you can’t
stand to part with them.


Weekly photo challenge: Quest


Yesterday was a beautiful day for a walk on the beach. I took a bag with me and went in search of white stones tumbled by the Atlantic. The stones on this beach are especially smooth and large. Each time I bent over to pick up a rock, I thought that this one was the whitest I had found. These are just some of my collection.



I went for a walk in the neighborhood on Saturday to capture photos of the flowers that were finally blooming. It was warm and wonderful. It’s good I did because today is chilly and cloudy.


Good-bye to fall

Good-bye to fall

We had such a beautiful fall this year — it’s so hard to watch it drift away. I guess I should simply be happy that it lasted so long.


Weekly photo challenge: Summer lovin’

I was in Wickford the other night, so I visited the giant lotus pond on Rte. 1 again. We found the lotus three years ago after Mallory and Seth’s wedding, and I’ve visited the past three summers. It seems other-worldly to me every time I go, and it’s something I love to do. The leaves are large platters and the lotus are like porcelain.


A night of poetry and art

Last night was the 2nd annual Poetry and Art event at the Wickford Art Association. Months earlier poets were asked to write a poem that related to one of the 40 pieces of art and sculpture created by art association members. Those poems selected were printed and hung next to the artwork.

I had selected a piece of art of old benches because I liked the technique and the colors. It also reminded me of the work of Andrew Wyeth. The artist turned out to be one of the poets I knew, so it was a wonderful surprise. I loved going around the room and reading all the poems and relating them to the artwork. There were some wonderful pieces.

The night was beautiful — the building is near the Wickford Harbor. I’ve posted the poem and the painting here with other photos of the night. It’s a great idea for other art associations to try.