violin All I can play are two notes one followed by the other not saying too much or too quickly even simple notes can create melody sometimes isn’t that most of our days— knowing we did something, felt something, but have so little too say?
Maybe all our dreams are about those fears, even the ones we smile over that laughter might first sprout from a nervous notion lest something else could flash out: that might it be possible for me to hold something tender that I will come to want so dearly?
There are many mistakes made in this man’s life, Many of which, he believes, aren’t worth addressing There’s too much to do: the chores, he asserts, especially the lawn must always be kept clean. Over a summer’s time, I learned how to mow the lawn from a man hiding secrets, watched as he neatly made … More Mowing Lawns
There are the times when someone makes a choice that lends to new places and responsibilities. There is that persistent a sense of dread and excitement that illicit itself all throughout the body, simultaneously. Recently, I’ve been reserved to the idea of how change might work on my body, mind, and soul, but then … More Braver Places (Memorial Day)
24 May, 2017 I took a walk through South Creek the other day after visiting my grandfather. My grandfather’s German Shepard, Elsa, took me fast down the trail, pounding out her excitement paw-after-paw. Eventually my thoughts caught up to my own body and I pulled to heel Elsa as best as I could. I could hear … More Clearing, Planting
june Wheat straw set between the root and row Where green tomatoes slowly grow, sunbathing, like spoiled children, young still dreaming cherry tree A thousand blooms, a thousand cherries, Offering, in open hands, Wondering, “Who is it I can feed? With only one bee listening?” apple tree Apple tree, who knew you were such an inspiration … More Listening to the summer
How is it that I can infuriate a nest of hornets Only to be spared by their forgiveness? Yet I can be stung by my own kind While, or for, being gentle and quiet?
what is the weather like in your country? folks say ours is mild but I’ve been noticing longer droughts, periods of silence harsher storms, lots of fighting seems like the climate is changing around here getting warmer, or something and I think all these fuel efficient cars really do is drive us farther from the … More climate change
There are times I think of mother with me, no more words to speak, just the holding. Folding into her heart, anything Precious, near though those pieces may be useless now: The pebbles under the sand, like old currency Or the rusty chain links creating palpable places passed over by a bird overhead beating … More useless
At thirteen I used to aspire for nothing more than MC Escher’s pristine patience Those hands that turn graphite into water And make mirrors out of every perfect line. It took dropping out of art school To realize I can’t abide by straight lines That too often I make curls by pulling on straight … More La Mezquita, Córdoba, 1936 (Escher)