Unlike the brain behind my face, my hard drive’s running out of space. I could delete the words, the pictures and the music. And they would be gone without a trace. I think that I should just hold on before … Continued
I speak to my husband in This-ish.I speak to my baby in That-ish.And what language do I think in, you might ask.I think about what I am seeing.I think about what I am doing.And being poetic’s becoming a difficult task.
You always do fine in the nursery.There’s plenty of toddlers to track.While your mama’s awayyou watch and you playuntil your mama comes back.
Wouldn’t if feel wonderful to feelall caught up?Everything behind you,nothing but the breeze and the sunshine on your face. I’d bescared.Wouldn’t you feel scared?Losing that tension that keeps a few things from getting done,a few projects from flyingwould be like … Continued
Today was going to be the day I got caught up.I guess that will be tomorrow.If you run out of things to do,I have a list you can borrow!But I’ll write on that some other day.Tonight I’m only here to … Continued
If I had the time to do what I set out to do,I’d need not one hundred years, but two!
Flakes of frost fall swiftly at an angle to the ground.I should have taken a picture while they were all up on the tree.But if we were to capture each delicate thing and flatten it forever as a filequick before … Continued
What do you dowhen a different religioncomes knocking at your door?“Uh huh, thank you, I’ve got to go.”It’s cold outside.I don’t want to let in a draft.But could I let a gush of warm air out to them?
Oh, Library!I hear you calling me!I have seven books on hold, apparently.(And three books overdue,and one that needs some glue.)While you wait for me, please know: I love you.I know you open up at ten.I have four more poems to … Continued
I’m going to write poems.I’m going to sit on my butt and write poems.I don’t care what you say,I don’t care what you need,I’m going to write poems for these people to read. I’m going to write poems.I’m going to … Continued