A Note, Tabled Thank you for leaving the light on. Thank you for not staying up or waking up; thanks for not making me tell you all about it just as soon as I got home, it being very late... Continue Reading →
“Yume Wo Katare” (Tell your dream) At this local noodle soup shop, arriving at the bottom of your bowl, you must stand and tell your dream to everyone. The chef is godlike with stock, with bringing water to boil. He... Continue Reading →
Migration To pass through the perimeters take only what fits on your person or people. It’s down to the essentials-- the locket, the papers. But enter thickly no trickle. Leave drawers wagging open, chairs overturned, but take years grafted hastily... Continue Reading →
Bedtime Stories Tucked between ample pillows, seas of blankets, and dog eared pages, I sit campfire style between my children. There, I teach them how to spin wonder into their words, cast spells with their voices, turn pages into people... Continue Reading →
Why Are You Angry with the Moon? It’s a simple satellite. It can’t help its pull on the tides. The moon’s round dumb face smiles at us, a not-quite-there cousin, perhaps, or a conversant lingering too long after the chat... Continue Reading →
What's in Your Cell Phone's Notes App? The titles of songs you've memorized to sing in the shower. If I Were a Carpenter. Walk Away, Renee. Haikus about Amish women playing softball in winter. A short entry about driving through... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 