But for the Peppers
They are small and quiet things
but for the peppers
how the Tupperware
and mass of lids
all a wreckage in the drawer
just got stacked and sorted
or that dirty corner in the laundry room
the brooms now in a row
floor swept
or how about the coffee grinder
the one he doesn’t use
shining and free
of bean dust
these silent signs
I notice
there is a suspect
at the sink
I see his bare back
busy washing
Hawaiian chili peppers
the harvest so big
just standing by the pile makes us cough
I ask things
like
“did you sweep out the laundry room?”
or
“did you clean the coffee grinder?”
without turning
“uh-huh”
simple
how this newness settles in
a few books in a foreign language
now sitting on my bookshelf
a jar of frankincense
befriends my sandalwood
my one peacock feather
has flourished now to eight
slow and seeping changes
but for the peppers
the Bohemian must have cleaned and chopped
four hundred last night
touching so many
set his skin on fire
leaving us to douse fingers
with gooey aloe
and noni lotion
I think I’m relaxing
into this gentle melding of our worlds
so loose am I
I bake chocolate cake at night
try new recipes
let Jeb stay up past his bedtime
no issue
these shifts
book shelves
drawers and cupboards
house soft and subtle changes
but yes
there is still spice
Man!
those peppers…

Not Yet Static
According to yesterday’s WordPress site statistics, the search engine term “encouraging screen saver” brought three seekers to the Archives.
After a two week stint of Jeb being ill, I have been trying to catch up on all things that fell by the wayside. A mission that seems to have pulled me from my beloved writing hour these past days.
I feel like a cliched, old person caught in the typical rat race when I say I’m seeking more hours in the day. Oh, please let that not be me.
I read yesterday’s search term listing and recoil in an image of the Archives trapped in some static screen save, forever frozen in my last post from (gasp) three days ago.
I note the entire term includes the word “encouraging”, so I’ll perpetuate the positive here. Forget copyright for the moment and hope someone found an image that somehow touched them. Remind myself that life has cycles and this is merely a short pause in a long life of creative expression.
Right now, it’s well past time to get Jeb up for breakfast. These words are a random and hopeful stretch. I have no photo for this post. Sorry, screen saver seekers, your search will come up short.
Looks like today is a simple announcement (mostly to myself) that this site may be on a pause of sorts, but it’s not yet static.

