My mother climbed a wooden fence in snow, called a cab so as not to disturb my father as he taught middle school math, and made it to the hospital in time for my birth, which remains an otherwise uneventful dream to her, given the gas dispensed and the ways babies were whisked away to … Continue reading Angels At The Dock
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)
Aquifer (day26)
As brackish water sputters from the ancient well pump, nut brown, then ocher, all the rusted line innards, heaving upwards, defying gravity, grows paler when blue stone opens the way, we celebrate the waters now, pouring clear, hard, clean, unconfined- And so are we this rosy morn, rising to greet the day, moving as we … Continue reading Aquifer (day26)
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)
Restless (day 24)
The wind blew in this early morn like dear Persephone’s breath emerging from the dark world dank, her metaphorical death The wind blew in this Springtime day like baby’s fingers in my hair then mounting drama blew as hard as shiny trumpets blare The wind this afternoon is warm, it’s bland, like un-drunk tea a … Continue reading Restless (day 24)
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
Springtime Ghazal
The dove’s nest, eave-tucked, all messiness Front door watcher, quiet eye, messiness We pick up treefall, the winds of march were brutal Stoop, bend, pile for fires we burn away messiness And still the dovemilk feeds a fragile brood, and parents Trade off day and night, a system free of messiness We hope the cats … Continue reading Springtime Ghazal
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
Bread Years
“Life is short. Eat bread.” her message, delivered at her funeral, duly noted. Well before that, I learned to knead with love, nurture life in the great big bowl, converse with the elements: yeast, salt, water, flour, which spoke back in whispers “ahhh, thank you, this touch this touch, as we live and breathe, our … Continue reading Bread Years
Early Morning Poems 