My oldest daughter shared a dream once in which she met an older sister and felt herself displaced and downhearted. She’d known for years there were others before. Her dream made me weep all over again for the unnamed unborn. We pulled 5 kittens from an oil drum in the barn today, their yellow mother … Continue reading Unnamed
We of Many Weathers
Our complex geography of stone arches crossing caverns of quiet (broken sharply by the morning crunch of cereal, clang of spoon on bowl), my heart twangs, it sometimes tears in the We of many weathers. An old house holds us in slanting light, two more in the heritage line of straight-faced lovers side-by-side at the … Continue reading We of Many Weathers
EarthDay
I Remember your last birthday? We celebrated you on Resurrection Sunday as you, too, had been brought back from the brink to love us again. II Once I lay down in sweetgrass still enough to feel sparrow’s wings brush my cheek- so still I heard wild violets untuck then nod to the sun. III We … Continue reading EarthDay
Saturday Poem
Saturdays are promises to myself I cannot keep. The barge in my backyard carries coal and candy. Spring violet sweetflower scents the air as your tears, audible over the airwaves, show a dreadful face of grief. We’ll meet somewhere in the middle of the week, Kate, and I’ll hoist Cleveland and all your homeless children … Continue reading Saturday Poem
Triolet For Clearing
These heaps of trinket memories Your bracelets, blushers, long delayed Tossed away in waves and flurries Rooms of trinket memories I move around in waves and flurries These lettings go so long delayed No end of trinket memories Your girl life earrings well arrayed
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)
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
Vanishing Point
As children, we peered over black music stands, deep eye flirtations across a roomful of glinting brass. You liked my long brown braids, I liked your Jack Purcell sneakers. You hid poems In my locker. We grew up, went walking, and heat rose in the spaces between us where we never ever touched. And all … Continue reading Vanishing Point
Resurrecting The Dogs (day 17)
When Chance, the neighbor’s Dalmation and Colette, our Brittany Spaniel conjoined in the middle of the street first day of 2nd grade, the whole gang screamed for our mothers, who shooed us away, said never mind. Later, spotted pups filled a red wagon we dragged door to door in search of treats from widow ladies … Continue reading Resurrecting The Dogs (day 17)
Early Morning Poems 