The universe shuddered and he was gone, Our Orpheus taken in one jangle of time’s contraction. My visceral earthquake and that morning I knew we had lost a piece of our place in the infinite. If harmony’s spheres exist In … Continue reading Losing Terrance
It was show time at PotPourri, an opportunity for anyone with the desire or need to perform. Continue reading Do It Anyway
Image of my character Gerty and her friends. I’m working on an ebook with the working title, The Four Seasons of Gerty. Over the last few years, I have drawn her in different ways, athletic and not so much; worried or happy or just contemplative; communing with nature; or staring out the window. I have dozens of sketches and finished drawings. It’s time to curate them and assemble them into a story. All rights reserved. ©️Susan Bass Marcus 2022 Continue reading Who are we? What are we?
Sat in a hole within her burrow deep, One tunnel led to the variable air. Another to her nest of sleep. The third untouched, a fearsome snare. To the sea. Alone she slept within her nest Without old friends, by … Continue reading The Mole Having Dug Three Tunnels
Twenty-twenty-one was a banner year in Italy and abroad for those celebrating the life of Dante Alighieri, who died in September of 1321, in exile from his native city, Firenze or Florence, Italy. Threatened with execution, Dante spent the rest … Continue reading The Right Path Having Been Lost
Working from home. A cozy, comforting idea as winter sets in with its chill winds and low-hanging, grey dome of a sky. Continue reading Gerty: Still Out There
Outside may be cold and windy especially in this fraught city. Gerty cuddles with Kitty, cocoa, and scones—and for a while chill and worries melt away. All rights reserved. ©️ SusanBassMarcus 2021 Continue reading Seasonal Gerty
I tend to read animals and faces into wallpaper images, terrazzo flooring, tile arrangements, and Continue reading As I See It
When did I begin to worry more about my shoes than my fun? Continue reading Dancing in the Rain
The sound of tires swishing along rain-soaked streets reminds me of waves tumbling along the lakeshore yesterday. The downpour splashing heavy drops on our air conditioner has convinced me to forgo my morning walk. I’ll follow an exercise video instead. Other creatures are more content with the sky’s liquid gift. Birds have more puddles for a bath or drink. Dogs don’t care (I guess). The rabbits carry on and squirrels seem indifferent. I’ll wait for the rain to dwindle before grabbing my gear for another beautiful walk around my city. In the meantime, I’ll use this time to write, read, … Continue reading Rainy Day Thoughts
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