Summer is in high gear here in the desert! Life is moving along more rapidly than I expected and I am loving every minute. The anticipation and excitement is almost overwhelming and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's almost time to plant fall crops...garlic, peas, beats....the winter kale is already in! So many plans for the next several weeks; but what I am really craving are those quiet moments in the garden with her. Coffee on the porch, cigarettes late at night...conversations that last until dawn. 

The following was written last fall:

Tell me what you know of love:

A space where 

anguish

 and

ecstasy

 cavort with one another in the night.

Thoughts swirl and sway as

waves churning in a storm.

Tell me what you know of love!

Madness and Sanity 

rolled then smoked 

to induce

 the delectation and agony experienced

when you've lain your heart

in another's hands.

All that you thought 

you knew

undone.

As you walk

both minds 

drift and change.

Tawnya Mullen 2013

(&Just because I have to...)

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Written sometime between 5/2013 and 1/1/2014

'May The Fates Be Gentle With Me'

In this life

I can only pray that

 one great love is all that I am asked to bear

One

extravagant affair to

 rend the soul, grafting it 

to another in such a way  

that separation would be a death of sorts.

one great and

extravagant love, composed of

agonizing heart break

and torrents of ecstasy laced

with sweet

intolerable longing.

May The Fates 

be gentle

 if only

this once.

grant me this request

for One great love.

yes 

Just One! As more, 

would be too much.

~Tawnya

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Well so much for me posting regularly :) Forgive me if I become much more involved with life than in writing about it...

Any way the garden is doing well though over grow due to the rain and my schedule. All is well with the chicken and I am madly in love. I may or may not tell you more about that later and I'm sure at some point I'll post something inspired by her spirit.

For today though I've been digging through old notebooks and found one I wrote last year while eating at Nosh in Nob Hill. Like it or don't here it is. :)

Untitled, From 'Palatable Poetry' by Me

She toils away across the room

Diligently working with her hands

absorbed in the task before her

or floating off in a dream land.

Her gaze wanders from her work

-it meets mine from time to time

she doesn't see me though

she is deep inside her own head, lost in her mind

what emotion is that on her brow?

She isn't like the rest of them, 

her dark hair cropped short

tall and rail thin

why does she draw me in

magnetic

What is the origin?

2013

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"The phrase 'tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all' is not about the beauty of love at all; but of the value the knowledge and experience won in the loss of naivete."

-Tawnya Casey