Thursday, September 29, 2022

What I Call Home

March 8, 2022 This is not cleaning My house This is not sorting clothes From past seasons and styles Into bags to give away This is seeing myself Worthy of being...

The End

March 20, 2020 If the world is ending I may as well paint my deck Start the seeds in my garden And organize the closet I’ve left in chaos...

OK

It is ok to just be Exhausted from the day The week the year It is ok that the piles of regrets Are higher than the unfolded laundry At...

Speedwell

You asked me today What is love? And all I could think of was Tiny purple speedwell That every year Push through the snow Fragile petals wholly flung open To coal-black earth And...

The Lake

February 20, 2022 The question Of whether any cherry trees Around the lake With the fountain And the geese Had bloomed Was enough To get me out of bed And breathing again I tried...

Ice Storm

The sleet plays percussion On the stove vent While I’m fixing tea Feeling the ice Settle back in deep It helps not to dwell On past warm days And short nights It...

New Year Still Life

Maybe this is the year I learn to listen To the stirring under waters Reflecting Stars in passing The insects nestling In the dry tangle of summer Some of them we...

Winter Solstice (3)

Try not to be afraid To burn the old poetry If you require its light If summer fades too quickly To winter without a pause Some years will be...

Known

There isn’t a way To be both known And invisible To be seen And hide the secret stories In a misspent sacrifice That protects other people At the cost Of being alive...

Shards

My daughter tells me The new mirror in my room Could be like the one found In her favorite story Revealing the deepest desires I settle my worn pink...

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