all in a day

peddling pumpkins

a hole where our old house used to be-

searching for artifacts

gathering offerings 

orphans, Adam and Amelia 

alfalfa from our field, special rocks 
and leaves for our parents 

hmmm...

rum victoria, coffee truffle, 

black walnut Cummings chocolates for us.

The last harvest

before the bulldozers come...

O Apricot Tree

If you were a woman,

you would have produced

enough offspring in your lifetime

to populate a planet-

a tastefully sized planet,

like Mercury or Venus-

inhabited by delicious people

not too sweet,

or tarted up,

with names like Goldilocks,

and Nectar,

who don't overdo it on

the perfume.

A world I prefer

over asphalt, concrete

and cookie-cutter houses,

any day, any lifetime.

(featuring my amazing sister & great nieces)

Creativity is not a mystery

It is simply

the doing without

a blueprint

the living between

episodes

of doubt.

- Samantha

End Times

My family had an estate sale midsummer, and with summer coming to an end, it seems a good time to post these photos.

Saying goodbye, not only to a season, but to possessions, family property, an entire era -and sorting through the memories and emotions that get tangled up in the tangible.

Wish I had captured a photo of the old Story & Clark upright piano that I played (but mostly tortured) as a child, along with the rest of my siblings. I told a guy he could have it for a song. He said he really wanted to learn to play, so we ended up giving it to him for the mere promise of one. It was either that or catapulting it off a local mountain top.