broken turtle

there are myths describing the world being 
carried on the back of a turtle... 

weed root

It is mid-May
already.
Should I save my dismay for something else?
I had such plans for my garden this year.
It was going to become a clearer idea
of itself (at least.) Easier to glimpse its promise, the rewards of my hard work and intentions.
But
the weeds have come.
They have over-run some
of my best vignettes --

Because I am in the studio working against
a deadline of futility.
hanging between
hopelessness and the need for hopelessness.

Will I ever again love my life?

tulip cosmos

when the occasion calls for sending flowers to me, i tell my husband -- "tulips."
they look especially good when still mere buds.
and there is something desperate yet strong,
perhaps the word is "heroic," 
as they open and open and open, giving it all up in the end...

pod heads

this is actually a provisional posting. though the image is adequate, i would rather have given you a scan of my favorite branch, but it is too awkward to fit on my scanner bed.

there is something about this i do like -- perhaps the kissing; more likely, it is reminiscent of elephants and, at the present, i am longing to be among elephants for some reason...