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
Day 15 When We Read
She changes positions in a blue club chair front facing forward, feet perched on a small ottoman next thing, shoes kicked off, legs curl underneath her, knees point first to one side, then the other, her slim ankles, her rough heels exposed. The book is in one hand raised to catch the window light, her … Continue reading Day 15 When We Read
Day 14 Names
This week walking with tears in my eyes the world is an impressionist rendering of pink dogwood blooms, bursts of lime, purple, fire, gun smoke rising. Some days without obligation toward optimism my heart is at odds with my name. My names travel barefoot generations from biblelands to biblebeltways, suggest oaths I cannot keep, grace … Continue reading Day 14 Names
Day 10 Finding Saturday
I found a thumbtack, I found an old door knob A Christmas ribbon, some keys, an aimless fob Cornflower seed packs, tissues, a cracked spyglass so many pens, you won’t believe, the ink’s dried out, forget the caps All the days spent in someone’s hands Bobby pins, and rubber stamps Remember, all those idle tasks … Continue reading Day 10 Finding Saturday
Early Morning Poems 