Monthly Archives: October 2011

Monday afternoon marked three times in one week, and the first time in eons I’ve encountered such nonsense. I actually began to doubt myself, even to feel a bit badly, as if I were doing something wrong, or was a … Continue reading →

I’ve deleted countless lines in favor of something better possibly just around the next thought. I give up in favor of the mundane, the silence of Starbuck’s where all I hear is reggae, the hiss of steaming milk, and young … Continue reading →

We have glorified your culture, yet left you cold, dry lands, infertile soil we once pushed you in to (at gunpoint and lies). We have knelt at the altar of your beauty and imagine it defines you, accepted your healing … Continue reading →

Between loads of laundry, she writes. Pumpkin bread for a sunny afternoon, egg salad dinner, boys making noise after sunset. She holds still on a small couch, still between key-clicks, word tricks, a deep inhale of cricket songs, and a … Continue reading →

leaves racing over ground play music like falling rain – leaves turn to confetti beneath our tread (back and forth to any place) we stretch cool faces into it, that autumn-cast wind, a slow breeze here, a rushing there, then … Continue reading →

I like the back of the bookstore. I am alone among pages I will never read, allowed to listen to Tori Amos free of other people’s energy bouncing around. On the way to a wooden chair I learned there is … Continue reading →

it is in (considering) that vastness, stretching out unknown in every direction where i can sink or swim soar, or find my wings caked in mud spin, spin, spin away i am a single tear glistening the breeze cooling my … Continue reading →

5:30 am, morning, yet dark as black night, coffee brews, its aroma an enchantment. I wish we didn’t have to wake the boys, shattering their comfort, though I’m excited to share the first edge of sunrise together, and we have … Continue reading →

Autumn beneath my feet, I am alive aware, just like before, before the children when I could walk each step measured planned, keeping time to the beat of a single drum (years of off-beats stretch between now and then) At … Continue reading →

This poem, that is not mine, hovers like a ghost. Only when I close my eyes do I remember she is near, waiting. I am busy. I am tired. I am immersed in doing, silent, a growing ache expanding in … Continue reading →