I sit yards away, near her, but this moment, she's so far from me, her eyes on the page her hands moving up and down keys, black and white against the olive-green antiqued upright our father brought home for her. Already at four I know the line I cannot cross to reach her when walls … Continue reading Clair de lune
This House (day 28)
This house well made wood, brick foundation strong laid has sheltered many hearts baby tumbles, stairstep mumbles tantrums, and nail bitings, time outs and lights out, and sleep terrors, and math errors broken windows, rodent overthrows, bat wings lost wedding rings, dance steps, sprained necks this house is the falling down place, the get- back … Continue reading This House (day 28)
Duplex (day 27)
These rooms house ghosts and memory They whisper welcome, please remember me. Remembering, imperfectly, it seems Little mothers, tall fathers, the lights they burn at night Tall mothers, slighter fathers who read by candle light Hoe a garden - dream in poetry Dreaming poetry, garden tender Whose hands have shaped and shape of me. Whose … Continue reading Duplex (day 27)
Aisling (day 25)
They are so high in the laddered hemlocks fairy wings torn, dressed up pirate angels unaware of my watching them, caught up in their courage & gleeful ascent. Beseech you, mother of backyards protect my daughters when I can no longer reach them. Wrap them in green and gold. Repair those wings that they may … Continue reading Aisling (day 25)
On Day 23
They traipsed up a rocky mountain path. searching for summits and hot spring baths. A photographic nuptial the perfect spot? No lack of options most certainly not, but the accommodation, the food, the whole gold coin lot made them tremble chilled through next to glacial streams then pause in the process turn to practical dreams. … Continue reading On Day 23
5 Answers in Search of A Question
I In a frozen field geese seek last year’s seed. II Seed a story of all you left behind nourishment in dirt. III Dirt beneath your nails. remnant of ancestral hunger. IV Hungry for answers you speak with ghosts, attune to shorelines. V Shorelines draw the distant eye messages on birdwings sandscratch, wave.
Have I Told You
Day 10 make-up. Have I told you enough in words in deeds in the wide round perfect complexity of these thirty odd years how much this mystery of us our shoulders brushing the dark your silhouette at daybreak ritual stretch warms a gladness for the reach of another morning alive in this world with you
Day 29 Window Watching
Carl is pacing the deck again His cigarette ash is long. His high-ball glass is empty. Phyllis, caftan flowing wild red hair a-flourish, hollers from the dark recess of the house. He tosses his smoke over the rail turns to go in. Their youngest is my basketball-boy crush. I see his light go on upstairs … Continue reading Day 29 Window Watching
Day 25
When you were born we all gathered round you, first of the grandchildren, boychild, we were the planets to you, Sun, and our stories today, carry the dust of decades, your singular mysteries, your wanderings and returns. You remember how your father and grandfather woke you at dawn to watch the morning rise over the … Continue reading Day 25
Day 23 In Conversation
We large female children who find ourselves rocking one another in rhythms of cradle and breast, who stand in line to honor our dead, our grandmothers our lost boys, we rock on our heels, kiss the brows of our fevered sisters in search of ourselves, our missing colors, our unspoken promises, our unnamed regrets, we … Continue reading Day 23 In Conversation
Early Morning Poems 