I am sitting in the house I grew up in with all three of my kids sound asleep by 8 o’clock, drinking a glass of wine and writing poetry. This has been one of those amazing weeks you can never plan or count on happening for fear of disappointment, but when they come about, all … More Spring break 2012 – girls gone wild! With poetry!
Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles) Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert. What does all this dying mean, this … More Easter Saturdays
EnoughI Chronicles 21:15 How many times have you said,Enough! Withdraw your hand –the vessel of your wrath subdued?What invokes this rage, earthquakes,hurricanes, bubonic plague, rampanttrauma sweeping across continents? Why spare any? Impossibleto find mercy in so many, to lookbeyond intractable justice and seelove hollow in bellies of famine-struck,flowing like stopped-up rivers, yearsof cloudless skies, millions … More Enough
Imagine your marshmallow Peeps devoured by your brotherwithout one lick of sticky sweetness, the giant chocolate rabbitmelted in the sun. Even your mother and father –those great false gods – have eaten every jelly bean,taken away the pastel colored eggs. You hold your basket,empty, save for some stringy plastic grass. This is how Good Friday … More Explaining Easter to My Three-Year-Old
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 … More Cascade Valley
I took a leave from blogging/reading/writing/thinking for about a week due to sinus infections and roto viruses which amounted to a lot of nasty bodily fluids in our house in the last few weeks. Ew. I will spare the blog world every grotesque detail. Suffice it to say, it was a sort of comedy of … More Back to Health
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 … More Junction