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The kiddos are off to Granny and Pop’s house, Brandon is at practice, and it’s just me and my bowl of cereal for dinner. Isn’t it great to be able to eat cereal for dinner? Today was my husband’s cousin’s baby shower. It was so much fun to see all of the cute little babyContinueContinue reading “The Weekend”

New post over on Finding Gemstones -http://findinggemstones.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-how-we-do-it.html

New post over at Finding Gemstones — http://findinggemstones.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-shes-born-with-it-maybe-its.html

This isn’t your everyday Bisquick pancake;we follow the supreme recipe.My daughter begs to stir and measuremilk and mix. Crack an egg,warm the griddle, summer whisperingthrough the open window –slow rise, tea pot whistle, cooking oil sizzle –the rest of the day impatientto begin, percolating our morning –Is it ready yet? No, we need moretime toContinueContinue reading “Pancake Saturdays”

Tiel over at Knocking from Inside gave me this idea for alternative presentations of poems…

2 Samuel 14:14Cry, but know your tears will not helpcarry me down the Yellow Creek,where I will meet so many otherhappy rafters in the Ohio River –kick our feet and let our fingersdangle in the waters. We will tieour rafts together as we swinginto the Mississippi, hold hands,anticipate which way the currentturns and ride theContinueContinue reading “Calling Hours”

On the way back from meeting some friends in Wrigleyville tonight, a homeless guy sat down next to me on the train and claimed that he would improv a poem on any topic I could offer for some money. Curious and amused, I said okay. Without more than a second’s hesitation, the guy composed aContinueContinue reading “Entertaining Angels”

It has been a crazy week around A-town. The returning theme, however, has been hope. Put your hope in the Lord – nothing else can save, nothing else can be counted on, nothing else is permanent or solid or steadfast or true. God insists in his word that we have a hope and a futureContinueContinue reading “Hope”

Daily BreadPoetry ought to have a mother as well as a father.The men are smoking Winstons, wearing work boots,worn denim, deep calluses, their flannelled backs to the fire.They are riding away on motorcycles, pulling upin trucks – semis blare and brake – there they aredigging trenches, moving mountains, there againheaving haybales, picking apples, building scarecrows.InContinueContinue reading “Daily Bread”

I have been trying to pull together the pieces that are necessary to go forward with the chapbook and one of those is the cover. The title I have chosen is “Acquiesce.” I’ve flipped through my photo albums here and thought about picking the image of me jumping off the bungee jumping platform in NewContinueContinue reading “Cover Hunting”