Monthly Archives: December 2012

I’m going to write something because I’m tired of listening to the non-thoughts in my head and waiting passively for some external goodness to lift me out of this time of needing to be patient. Never mind that I could … Continue reading →

In the soft light of morning, I know it is time to move my laptop, coffee and phone to the couch, wrap our soft green blanket around my shoulders, turn up the heat, open the shades for the window right … Continue reading →

She’s wanted to be carried on the wind for years, and like a near-nothing, almost evaporate, to be as thin as the color gold and for a while, be thoughtless, empty, unshakable, just there enough to feel when the breeze, … Continue reading →

There’s a poem in Amarillo, miles from the lone tumbleweed I saw rolling east beside the road as we rolled toward the setting sun. It is a wide open, brown-land, nowhere-and-home-for-the-night- as-we-head-southwest, almost lonely kind of thing that includes making … Continue reading →

A poem can be put off for only so long before it begins to thin at the edges, fade and seem to be about to float away, until I wonder if there are any words left. Waiting for certainty, holding … Continue reading →