Monthly Archives: May 2011

Words the just-right syllables disappear as I reach for my pen I wonder if these poems I set out to compose intend to exist in verse or are they a message in my muscles and not words at all I … Continue reading →

Today, we rest in grandma and grandpa’s dark living room with its unfinished wood floors and wandering felines, a space that gently suggests I set aside my to do list. Matthew, mesmerized before pbs kids, plays with a space recently … Continue reading →

  When I pray in the morning, I have a list, certain people I consider beyond my family, goals I once again hand over to God. Often, half an hour of peaceful meditation, my thoughts ever returning to spiritual realms, … Continue reading →

Matthew danced all over our yard when dandelions and violets finally emerged after a long cold winter.  He gathered a handful of yellow flowers, placed them in a mini mug, added water and set them on our dining room table.  … Continue reading →

  Living between empty walls, rolling with the wind in my imaginings of a near-at-hand future, grounded indefinitely, waiting. “Who will live here while we explore our country?” I wonder, allowing myself to not care just now. Mulched the garden, … Continue reading →

The boy dancing in the middle asked if we could get the drums out after virtues class.  Drumming together turned out to be the unplanned second class, virtues: creativity and unity. For a few perfect minutes, while drumming with five … Continue reading →

“Mom,  when I grow up I’m going to create a potion that makes wings grow out of my back. I’ll fly and never own a stinky car.  It will be like having a super powered hover craft.  In winter, when … Continue reading →

I almost forgot about Mother’s Day.  No surprise.  I doubt your grandchildren even know today was supposed to be about us, their maternal figures.  I started this letter at the Baha’i Center when sunlight still graced our bit of globe, … Continue reading →

edge of my seat, screen precarious on denim-covered knees hummus, tortilla chips, grape tomatoes unopened herb salad, organic turkey maple yogurt, water, oj i arrived hungry only gotta second not the right time nor conducive to poetry, yet words rumble, … Continue reading →

I woke up this morning wondering about the history of leg hair removal for women in the U.S. I did a brief google search, “history of leg shaving.” From what I can tell, popular opinion lays responsibility for grown, female … Continue reading →