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Fruit

I almost didn’t write a poem tonight because, well, I’m lazy. And my body said no. But since my body didn’t have to do much to write and since I followed the lead of a friend to make the “Mosaic of Me” on Facebook (which should technically appear below), I decided there had to beContinueContinue reading “Fruit”

Rappelling

**POOF!**

PAD Challenge and Creek Walk

April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate, I’ve decided to again take up the challenge to write a poem-a-day. I altered the challenge a bit last year to only happen on the weekdays unless I felt particularly inspired on the weekends, so I will likely stick to these guidelines again this year. My kidsContinueContinue reading “PAD Challenge and Creek Walk”

Ambition

It has been a great week of a forced fast from the computer, kind of – with mobile uploads and Twitter’s mobile connect to Facebook, I have been able to give the appearance of an online presence 😉 Thank God for Twitter and its ability to make sure everyone knows what normal and uninteresting thingsContinueContinue reading “Ambition”

Cascade Valley

Look, my daughter, the pine treedropped its seeds, and herea fragile sapling braves the forest floor.This used to be a birch treebut maybe lightning sliced it,wind heaved its heavy breath against itand now the trunk is rust.Sticks used to flirt, flaretheir skirts of springtime buds,but now we throw the broken limbsinto the rushing floodwaters toContinueContinue reading “Cascade Valley”

"recipe for love"

(Thanks, Mary!)For six hours this afternoon, I was without wedding rings. If you’ve ever worn a ring or other piece of jewelry daily for five years, you know that feeling of the lost appendage. I took it off to get ready for kneading dough and then an hour later could not find them anywhere. IContinueContinue reading “"recipe for love"”

Psalm 40

BootsPsalm 40These boots by the door are still cakedwith hardened clay, their leather darkenedby water, still swelling, absorbing,the flannel lining damp and pungent.Clumps of mud stick to the kitchen floor,discarded here and there from the fieldthat pulled and sucked until I was stuck.I will not use the broom – I like the imprintsleft behind, theContinueContinue reading “Psalm 40”

Jesus Walks into a Bar

(This is for Sean Lovelace, who insists there ought to be more poems about Jesus walking into a bar.)It is always darker than it should be,but over the pool table, a haloof florescent light. My father, his brother,like weathered sailors, dock at the barwith other tired shipmates, hunched,feet propped on the reflective footrests,haunches resting heavyContinueContinue reading “Jesus Walks into a Bar”

Crater

Wrap your atmosphere around me –I do not want to be the moon, unable to deflectthe smallest cosmic speck. I flinch and dodgea thousand bullets in a meteor shower,yearn to watch the light show at night without fear.Without you, my surface is sensitive – I bruiseat the slightest affront, scurry away to nurse each hurt.IfContinueContinue reading “Crater”

Junction

There is no el train in Auburn, no steady rumblelike long thunder on a summer afternoon.Instead, Suburbans honk and veer behindmy neighbor’s combine, pass and speed to the light,line up at four-ways for permission to turn.The Cleveland and Eastern Interurbanused to pass through here, the Maple Leaf Routecurving slow through Newbury out to Amish country,itsContinueContinue reading “Junction”