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...
