One month to go, and it won’t go slow.I have lots of poems to write.More than a month’s worth, that I know.Plus, they can’t be trite.Eleven months of ups and downs,and I’m still writing here.I might not have written a … Continued
Would you rather have nice things or good days?Would you rather get along or get a raise?I look around and I’m always amazedhow our lives pass so fast. When they end the stuff stays.
Since you’re not home, I eat alone.I multi-task (no time to waste!)and miss out on how my food tastes.
The weeds grew while we were gone.They knew it was their chance.And apples started dropping–those got eaten at by ants.But the work that we were doingwith the rocks mixed in the dirt,was still sitting there, very still,being stubborn and inert.
Dear cousin who I haven’t seen,we’ve moved up a generation.We’ve often lived so far apart–for years in different nations.But now that you’re a doctorand now that I’m a mom,you’d think that one of us had movedto Greece or Vietnam.And not … Continued
“For what it’s worth.” What is it worth?Think of today like a baby’s birthand when your baby marriage screamswhen it should be cute and have sweet dreams,just hold it like a tiny childand don’t let go. The ride is wild,your … Continued
We spend so much time workingto pay for things to take up the time we are not working.In the free time we buy, we shop, we sort, we fix, we clean,we use, we move, we dispose of, and finally we … Continued
When you wake up in the morning,do you wish that either life was funor that you could go back to bed?Or do you just do what needs to be done?
How do they sliver almonds?That’s what I’d like to know.Do they drop them from a toweronto well-placed blades below?Do they run them past a mandolinewith several sharpened bands?Or do they sit there with a paring knifemaking slivers in their hands?
The grass is only green when it rains.If it’s not going to rain, I’d rather have weeds.Or a mix, just in case the weather decidesto do a little of each.