Forgiving clay

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

William Carlos Williams 

 

Traced Hands

 

RIO Woman with Blue Horse

I wrapped my rather large coffee table with brown wrapping paper and liked it so much I doodled and scribbled all over it. There are coffee and tea stains. Bad arithmetic. Misguided calculations. It is a messy thing. It is a musing thing. It's a not precious journal of sorts. Maybe it is just a way to sort things out. Forgiving myself and forgiving clay.