Concrete can not stop

The smallest sprout, given time

Barefoot in the grass



poem: honesty

Paths wend

Through shady woods

Asking no permission from the trees

Being what they are

My path may diverge

From roads well trod

But both are honored

When either is walked

In honesty






Merry Festivus and Happy Gorilladays

Hi everyone!

Merry Festivus! May your grievances be airy and your heart be light!


So are your fangs out and eyes dark enjoying all those forbidden holiday treats? Don’t go too overboard, but enjoy. That’s part of the point of “The Vampire Diet“…being a real person, not some perfect automaton, not a mechanical calorimeter in tennis shoes.

If you want to feed your ears and your brains as well as your tummies, the new “Menage A Tarot” podcast is now available on iTunes, Stitcher, Tunein, and of course This month: “The 1000 Lb Gorilla in a Santa Suit”


Happy Holidays!

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Congratulations NASA

Poem in celebration of the successful Orion test lauch 5 December 2014

I’ve loved they space program since Apollo. I’m old enough that I actually remember sitting next to my Dad watching the first moon landing. I still have a hunch he was the one who convinced mom to let me get up to watch. Of course, like every other four year old in the nation, that was the moment I decided to be an astronaut when I grew up. It was also the moment my lifelong interest in space exploration and astronomy was born. Want to live a little poetry? Go out in the middle of a winter night to watch a lunar eclipse. Wrap your head around what that silent, blurry dot of a comet really means. Marvel that human beings could figure it all out. We’re pretty remarkable little monkeys when we let ourselves be.

Had to laugh, my very uptight, self-doubting, constrained, prim, proper mother caught herself telling my husband what a rambunctious little “space monkey” I was in those days. (Prabably because of the major campaign I’d waged to watch a night launch of one of the later Apollo flights…didn’t work, the old lady still made me go to bed on time since it was a school night, but it was a pretty epic effort for a little kid). I think she was really worried that she’d offend me by saying that…in her evangelical and racist-south world, calling someone a monkey has some pretty dark implications…and she really didn’t know what to think when I busted out laughing and LOVED it. Space Monkey? I’ll take it. I still love space exploration, and am totally geeked over the Orion launch yesterday. A whole program named after my favorite constillation, it’s kismet.

So here’s to you NASA

Orion Sleeps Tonight

Once I tried to find myself

In the bottom of a wishing well

The coins that I cast in there

Too precious for a faceless one

To keep

Over my shoulder the night time sky

Far away diamonds on fire

Looking up, a man I saw there

Looking down, over fields you came

To me

A friend in the stars

Is one to keep

But a love to touch

Is a precious thing

Tonight Orion sleeps

In the nights of Orion’s sleep

Wind in the trees no longer speaks

Your love is the only thing that I know

Under the moon’s gemstone glow


The stars are the same a lifetime through

Unmoved by anything that we do

Their distant reassurances though

Pale in the light of the closeness we know

As love

A friend in the stars

Is one to keep

But a love to touch

Is a precious thing

Tonight Orion Sleeps

“Orion Sleeps Tonight” is featured in “Triquetra: The Dance of Worlds”. Please click HERE to order the kindle version


“Triquetra: The Dance of Worlds” is copyright Ronda Snow, all rights reserved. This individual poem may be freely shared  as part of  this post, with noncommercial, no-derivative attribution, under the creative commmons license below.