Monday, October 31, 2011


October 31, 2011- Small Stones
sauntering  by  Teri H Hoover

The cat sauntered across the empty road.

Friday, October 28, 2011

loud expressions

October 28, 2011- Small Stones
loud expressions  by  Teri H Hoover

Walking up the hill towards the school playground.

The crow's cackling and cawing
blends seamlessly
with the children's hoots and hollering.


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

leaf piles

October 26, 2011- Small Stones 
leaf piles by  Teri H Hoover

Words fall like October leaves
I rake them tirelessly into piles of unpublished posts.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

jay walk

October 23, 2011- Small Stones 
jay walk by  Teri H Hoover

Walking home from church 
on the shady side of the street.
Without pausing I jay-walk into sunshine.


Friday, October 21, 2011

two years later

October 21, 2011- Small Stones 
two years later by  Teri H Hoover

Sitting in the small strip of shade 
created by a closed deck umbrella-
the final bit of quilt binding is sewn in place.

My dog looks up from her place on the quilt 
and goes back to chewing quietly on her willow branch.



An angel just left me a song to remember my nephew by.

We miss you Stephen.
Stephen Michael Gabriel Habermehl
October 4, 1988- October 21, 2009

Monday, October 17, 2011

for a moment

October 17, 2011- Small Stones 
for a moment by  Teri H Hoover

A gust of warm wind arrives. The colorful autumn leaves applaud wildly.

And for a moment
the droning 
air compressor 
the quiet library.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

missed turn

October 13, 2011- Small Stones 
missed turn by  Teri H Hoover

It has been four full days of hiking the sheer, red rocks of quiet canyon country.
I woke this morning to a dream.
Hands tense on the steering wheel.
Driving the streets of my childhood town,
impeded by unrecognizable obstacles,
I miss my turn. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


October 11, 2011- Small Stones 
focus by  Teri H Hoover

Climbing this wall 
on a footpath 
the width of a
neighborhood sidewalk.

The coolness of the rock tilted
neatly into the wall of the canyon.

Focused on each little footstep 
Less focused on the bolted wall chain in my hand.



the canyon floor. 



Monday, October 10, 2011


October 10, 2011- Small Stones 
stay  by  Teri H Hoover


As the song came on the radio, 
the cashier left his lovely body, standing at the register.
Eyes closed, the words tumbled silently from his mouth-
Telling her why he had to go.
Desperate for her to find a way



Saturday, October 08, 2011


October 8, 2011- Small Stones 
Nevada by  Teri H Hoover

Covered in one dimensional shadows
Barren endless mountains
Rest below flat one dimensional clouds.


Friday, October 07, 2011

beer bubbles

October 7, 2011- Small Stones 
beer bubbles  by  Teri H Hoover

People approaching in the distance,
bobble in the dappled sunshine.
Looking like bubbles in a glass of beer.

I did not get a photo of them approaching- however I did get this one after they passed me by...

Thursday, October 06, 2011

empty blue backdrop

October 6, 2011- Small Stones 
empty blue backdrop  by  Teri H Hoover

Today was a two stone day, as I walked my two mile circle with my dog.

Above the edge of the colorful autumn trees
the blue sky goes on in all directions-

The trees walked the edge of the endless autumn sky.
Their leaves the color of oxidized metal,
rusted and tattered. 


Wednesday, October 05, 2011


October 5, 2011- Small Stones  
abundance  by  Teri H Hoover

The air  was full of falling leaves and flying bugs.
I was still able to breathe.


Tuesday, October 04, 2011

October 4, 2011

October 4, 2011 by Teri H Hoover
for my nephew Stephen Michael Gabriel

Before today's first thought
I was not ok-
Defeated by the weight of my eyelids.

I crept through morning.
Veering toward a 10:30 appointment.
There was a quilt to bring home.
A quilt created during that first year to keep me afloat.

How wise I was to seek help in this last step.
How blessed I was to find a willing soul.
How safe all the bits will be; thousands of tiny stitches holding them fast.
How good that the quilt is now bound together.
How uncanny that today is your birthday.
How much I would rather have you.

Dislodging the pebble of damnation...
Tears of recklessness -
this vehicle is sobbed to a stop.
Just on the edge of the junk yard wreckage
nearly drowning in tears.

It is almost 11 -As the door opens I look away at an overturned planter.
It is no use, tear streaked and puffy I am offered hot tea.
A small dog named Maggie licks the salt from my cheeks.
Leaving the steaming tea pot in the kitchen 
we descend with tea, dog and faith 
to the quilters haven.

Bathing in sunlight,
fabric bits like a pile of scattered leaves.
The familiar colors greet me like the end of a journey.

This quilt is immense, it fills the whole table and falls over the edges.
This quilt is rich and strong- deep plum, apple green, warm brown, soft ocher and blue,
This quilt is now holding together heaven and earth with gold thread.
This quilt is the oceans and the shoreline, the mountains and the valleys.
This quilt is the meadows, tangled with vines and flowers.
This quilt is warmed by the sun and loved by the stars.
This quilt is surrounded in love.
This quilt is my way through.
This quilt is home.

My dog waits for the billowing quilt to land on the bed before pouncing into the colors.
Her nose comes close to mine and her tail thumps all those little threads.
It is time for a walk.
This dog, this quilt, these words have brought me through
For now my heart feels scrubbed clean, wrapped in a soft, lush, transparent cloud.

My mind fuzzy yet fresh, fogged yet clearly lightheaded.
I hear the crickets song,
They are singing Happy Birthday to the October son.
We miss you Stephen.

October 4, 2011
by teri h hoover