aging children why do songs last longest longer even than the memory of smells that call us home my mother sang her mother's songs as i sing hers to you too small to join the chorus but that will come... Continue Reading →
Work (A Noun) Old English: weorc, werc, wurc, wirc, worc, work: that which distinguishes the human from other primates Let us start at the beginning. Come closer and we'll focus on a detail: two hands, rough with bitten-down nails but... Continue Reading →
Sleeping Late This almost never happens, but it did today. I awoke to a bedroom bathed in sunlight. Machines whirred far then close Trimming the lawn across the street. Thuds echoed a signal, unseen men hammered On distant roofs, And... Continue Reading →
First Dental Appointment Having no appointment myself, I’m a serene gull surfing air currents. You’re intrigued by the hydraulic chair, florescent lights, and sit quietly while he works. I pat your hand, tell you what a brave boy you are.... Continue Reading →
Grandmother My grandma's hands are gnarled maps. Routes rivers stars terrains oceans and galaxies rest in her palm. Ridges and grooves have taken different roads, read different stories than mine. The gold studs at her ears have dimmed with age... Continue Reading →
Our Nature Run from the rain with me not the kind that mists- cooling kisses or even reluctant drops but the kind that slams and stings awakening our bodies to wetness seeking shelter in tangling limbs under a mothering Mulberry... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 