Running Out of Ideas
Running out of ideas? I’d like some big hairy accomplishments to come running out of ideas.
I Can Lie in My Bed
I can lie in my bed with my eyes closed and jump from room to room. I am lying on my right ear, so at the apartment I am facing the changing table, at the old house a chest of … Continued
Three Steps Ahead
I will often be three steps ahead of you, out in the useless future, making a list of projects, and a plan, because I’m not sure what to do right now.
Home Where the Buffalo Roamed
This is my home, where the buffalo roamed and the deer and the antelope played. And there’s still some out there, breathing in the fresh air, and I have a warm place to stay.
Telling a Story
I am telling a story like Garrison Keillor. Each paragraph hanging on by a thread to the one before it. Not knowing where this is all going, I’ll find at the end that the thread was what the story was … Continued
Looking Through Pictures
Looking through pictures, remembering summer, realizing winter is kind of a bummer.
I Love Routines
I love routines. Do you know what I mean? Do you jump out of bed when your day’s in your head, when you don’t have to wonder if you’ll lead or be lead by the random assortment of things that … Continued
Where the People are Bold
I don’t like to live where the roads turn to ice, but I do like to live where the people are wise enough to drive a bit slower. I don’t like to live where the air is so cold, but … Continued
Simple Task
I couldn’t stand it anymore– all the toys out on the floor, and yet, although the toys looked fun, they were not used by anyone, except, sometimes, to hurt our feet, or keep our house from looking neat. “One-at-a-time, not … Continued
For My Birthday
This is for my birthday– a moment of quiet to write poetry. Not silent, as I can still hear the whisper of warm air from the register, the chatter of my daughter, the clank of the dishwasher, the steps of … Continued