Monday, April 22, 2024
etude
Thursday, April 18, 2024
what we are built for
and my parents younger
and they lived here
six months of the year
the only time I'd get mad at my dad
(my mom and I squabbled
every other week
or so)
was when he'd look at my husband getting
ready for a training run
and declare he wasn't
"built for running."
my dad... my corporate bigwig dad
had two secretaries once, but now
of the fan club our sweetly narcissistic
toddler so desired...
that dad
was telling me my husband--who
was spending hours running
every day--was unsuited
to running
But dad. I'd say--he's run marathons
what do you mean he isn't
built for running? And on
and on we'd go.
my dad had had polio when he was five
his withered left leg still hurts, his
uneven legs (like these lines)
but that dad didn't care how his body was built, he
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
promises, promises
and just keeps climbing
almost lost
in this range of joy
Pic: I found this funny hybrid (red tail + black body) "fellow in the grass" between meetings and the department's farewell lunch for graduating seniors today. How bittersweet to say goodbye to these people... all these young people who have already done brilliant and difficult work, and are poised to do loving, amazing things in the world.
Monday, April 15, 2024
in anticipation of spring gifts
porous with happiness
in hours
Sunday, April 07, 2024
because now is everything
Pic: Geese on the Red Cedar... they're vicious when I meet them on the path, but so graceful in the water. The light was just lovely today.
Saturday, April 06, 2024
[pause]
as breezes lift my thoughts
restless with birdsong vicariously, leaving
imprints of desire in the air
and shy things are whispering, in the hedge
questions lost in their play
enclosed in the diamond of my legs, a book
for me to read now and again
Pic: Eastbound along the Red Cedar on the new bike path. Big A in the distance. I simply had to stop to take a picture of those fluffy clouds in the open, blue sky. How beautiful is the every day, ordinary world..
Friday, April 05, 2024
the calling
the name is the thing
on days Aaron said he had to
"go run some errands"
our toddler thought he was saying
"go run some Aarons"
those were very Aaron things after all
Friday, March 29, 2024
this darling of a day
take frayed and afraid things for wings
be, begin, go
no one judges me for these strange noises
Monday, March 25, 2024
coincidence
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Poetry Hour: Mosab Abu Toha
I tuned into the Mosab Abu Toha event for an hour or so during a convenient break between classes and meetings.
It was an amazing outpouring of solidarity and poetry. He read from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear and talked about the new sounds he could add to his titular poem.
Pic: A friend grabbed a screenshot of me in a tile right next to Toha's. Something to treasure.
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Spring incantation
my only choice of speech
Pic: A redbud getting ready by the Red Cedar.
Friday, March 15, 2024
visions
I felt so rich in poetry after I collated this collection to pass on to the organizers.
I had visions of myself just standing in the hallway shoving poetry under classroom doors, putting them on bulletin boards, and throwing fistfuls of paper into the air so it would rain poetry... like Regina George distributing copies from the "Burn Book" in Mean Girls, but more meaningful.
I hope I do a good job at the event on Monday. And I'm excited for Mosab Abu Toha's event on Tuesday--to which I have online tickets.
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
companion song
at once terrifying, free
I am moved
into the path of turning knives
their rhythms familiar
I am here
afraid of turning the page
my mind un-scrolling
Monday, March 11, 2024
a private communion
sweet with summer
how I will wait
their flesh like that
still secret
our meeting--kisses
Saturday, March 09, 2024
scenic/cynic
my bags of salt fall into the river
carried away like tears
breezes blow out birthday candles
whistle through my aching head
it will build a city, knock out bullies
Wednesday, March 06, 2024
upcoming
Pic: Tulips (I think) coming up... Not my garden (I wish). From a quick walk to MSU this morning.
Tuesday, March 05, 2024
a koan noting nothing
my yearning is born
in the wrong time
Saturday, March 02, 2024
just killing time/filling the silence
seconds abscond with sense
in glissandos of angst
dreams pour out their sure poison
I play it safe and then pretend
--what? I don't understand
watching homes bloom in flame
and wart and scab into craters
of everything left unsaid, noting
the news burns the day when
it could be lit up with peace
Thursday, February 22, 2024
I am not alone
I'm thinking of making up
a sister sun, a mother moon
I'll urge on a webbing,
build like an animal
--and it's okay and it's expected
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
bleak week
BOL's cat who saw them through undergrad and grad school died and I want to be there to support them the way they supported me when Scout was dying... But also, it brought me back to that month of slowly losing Scout... the dread of every day. I'm surprised that it will be a whole year without my darling in just about two months.
Pic: E.D. Wilson's poem "My Phone is Full of Cute Cats and Dead Children."
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