until we look alike
Wednesday, December 06, 2023
another love poem
until we look alike
Saturday, December 02, 2023
extra ordinary
wide, wide wings and know
Pic: View from the eastward bridge over the Red Cedar. It's not yet officially open, but I sampled it with L last week and Big A this morning. Reader/StephLove, I touched it!
Tuesday, November 28, 2023
“The Drifting”
on nights like this I think
I have not given as much as I could.
the wind roars and then is gone.
that is what it does.
they give themselves utterly, and move on.
Sunday, November 26, 2023
from fall to falling snow
first as rock, then as sand
then sand in an hourglass
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
Fierce
Things I do not control: A text informs me of an armed robbery a few blocks away, news of a shooting at a superstore close to where we used to live and where MIL still lives, L tells me she was friends with the MSU student who died in Gaza.
I'm going to take the next two days off to loaf and read and cook and eat and laze and hang out with my people. I shall loaf and invite my soul.
Pic: Max and Hucky celebrating with an impromptu tussle at my feet.
Monday, November 20, 2023
my mom speaks on trust, lust, and gods
Pic: This mossy-jeweled beauty in Baker Woods yesterday with LB and TB. I was jabbering about my mom a lot yesterday.
Sunday, November 19, 2023
falling back
Thursday, November 09, 2023
season's change
I know how to love
I've built a bed out of longing
and can't put it down
Pic: Playing "catch" with Max. All I have to do is stomp my foot and yell "catch that puppy!" and Max'll just chase himself all over the yard, running towards me to periodically feint around my feet until he runs out breath. Scout did this too; Huckie would never. Max is very nearly camouflaged amongst the leaves on the ground here.
Tuesday, November 07, 2023
in a sweet November
the sky flying the colors
of the trans flag
its full throated support
of possibility
Monday, November 06, 2023
a token
Saturday, November 04, 2023
"Am I dead?"
The child asked as she was rescued
from the debris of her home.
Continents away I shake from the horror of this moment... and the beauty and tenderness of it.
I spent most of the day outside... gardening rather aggressively... pulling things out, raking, mulching. I became so much a part of the landscape these deer didn't even notice me at first.
Pic: Hello from near and deer.
Thursday, November 02, 2023
as I lay me down
I am always a visitor
my self-portrait asks
Wednesday, November 01, 2023
can you hear me now?
Pic: The salad Big A made to go with our tiny pizzas was so good! Shaved artichokes, fennel, grapefruit, and avocado in a lemon-dijon dressing. I don't think I've eaten a raw artichoke before? We decided marinated beans, more parmesan, and ground pepper would be good add-ons for next time. Nu won't be home for dinner this week because of the school play, and it's giving us a taste of how it might feel to be empty-nesters. Pretty cool, actually!
When I picked Nu up, they were holding hands with another theater kid and skipping all the way down the car line. It was adorable. This is so different from the faintly agoraphobic child of last year, and I'm so grateful.
Friday, October 27, 2023
small talk
Pic: Still at the conference; here's a little station that says "Give Solace Take Solace" and a ton of PostIts with messages on them. Mine is the blue note that says "Be Curious, Be Furious."
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
forever takes forever
yet the hinge at my neck refuses
to unhook our gazes
you simply remember rainbows
echoes edging the rain
Friday, October 20, 2023
here we go
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
seen and felt
And this snippet from Marwan Makhoul I have been seeing everywhere is simultaneously insight and benediction. The text reads: "In order for me to write/poetry that's not political/I must listen to the birds/and in order to hear the birds/the war planes must be silent."
May it be so.
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
in a critical condition
I keep looking over my shoulder for the children are slower and left behind
I have mourned the dead; I am mourning the dead; I will always be mourning the dead.
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Pic: Ivy wall with L.
Monday, October 16, 2023
for I don't know where I am
the shout of the sun
the hit of to-dos
how I will climb up the afternoon
then slide down
to dinner
Pic: Huck and Max, tails aflutter. (Cuddle time!)
Thursday, October 12, 2023
the hang of it
even when nothing is desired
Six for Saturday
1) Drama in the morning! Nu and Max discovered some grey, eyeless, blobby newborns by the picnic table on their morning walk. We googled to ...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...