1. You come back around to it, a simple pleasure. Peanut Butter on toast, made with your own two hands. No, you did not grind the nuts, or the wheat for bread, but you learned later in life how to make a lazy sourdough loaf. The toast, well it elevates things. Keep it simple. Eat … Continue reading Peanut Butter Toast
Dogwood of Desire
I want you to bloom the way you did 15 years ago Tree of springtime, bright stars against so much green. I want your younger tree self, your flourish, your promise. The way you recede these days reminds me of the Thin skin on my neck, fine white hair, the snow I find lately on … Continue reading Dogwood of Desire
Unnamed
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
Interment Review
The small cardboard box, collaged artfully by a niece -enclosed the last of Joe, his large bones crushed to ash. Words spoken by his sister, his nephew, reflected on his keen memory for dates and places, travel, family history, and his love and insistence for piping hot coffee. Under the oaks and next to his … Continue reading Interment Review
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
Emily Dickinson Remake
Crumbling is not an instant's Act (1010) BY EMILY DICKINSON CRUMBLING IS NOT AN INTANT’S ANGST(follow up to April 21) Crumbling is not an instant's angst dilapidation's processes are organized decays A fundamental pause on the Soul First cob web Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust Ruin is formal devil's … Continue reading Emily Dickinson Remake
Angst
Hangs on dark hooks around the room. Drips in rivulets along the side of the old coop. Peels the paint. Tatters attic walls where rain comes in. We thought we’d fixed it all last year. We thought we plugged holes to keep critters outside. It rises a choking sludge with the water. Reminds us of … Continue reading Angst
FireWear
Look, you say standing near the ash of another fallen empire the riverbed rocks show footprints wavering in the fevered air and most things too hot to touch. But you’re outfitted. cool and shiny in your anti-thermal radiation Onsie. People walked barefoot once, you think, and call out to your buddy: Hey, check this out … Continue reading FireWear
Jonny Quest
Jonny Quest got me thinking early about invisible monsters. The ones you cannot see but lurk and moan deep inside beckoning caves, that can only be made visible by luring them closer to light or dousing with a bucket of paint or snaring in a camp blanket. I was four and impressionable. I was scared … Continue reading Jonny Quest
For Mr. W
I looked around the sanctuary and Just couldn’t recognize a soul today Kept eyes forward Listened for My own Name tucked deep among Other stories from every Person you touched Quietly over the years Reached back for Something you said Trouble you Understood Very Well. Xenial, You always were, and Zero-Hour 9 am. About your … Continue reading For Mr. W
Early Morning Poems 