Welcome, Little Child
Welcome, little child, snuggle on this side of the body you were in, that safe dark place to hide. We will understand if you take some time to mourn the place you’ve left behind. You won’t always be that warm.
Last Day in the Womb
Catch the phone just by the echo of its last ring, run outside to glimpse the eclipse of the moon, learn as if it is the first day of summer, and grow like it’s your last day in the womb.
Like I’m Crazy
You look at me like I’m crazy to say I’m going to walk into your scrap yard and haul off the piece I need. Should I have put my hair in a ponytail at least? Are my shoulders too rounded … Continued
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
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