Friday, July 09, 2021


 I guess this is really happening and we're headed for A+M's wedding in Seattle after all. Big A was going to do whatever I wanted to... which made me feel even more pressure to vet every tiny detail and decision.

But here we are, about to take off, it's beautiful, and... I'm so excited.

Thursday, July 08, 2021

"that's how the light gets in"

we're looking for someone
we haven't seen in... years
memories--folded, refolded,
stored safely like souvenirs
so when you reach across 
the table to take my hand 
I already know how you'll 
want to summon a heaven

so full of holes, we lost 
places, people, all we still
seek--yet our hands open 
to applaud how light leaks in 

Leonard Cohen--"There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."
Rumi-- "Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

Wednesday, July 07, 2021

the wild taxonomies of family chat

"Baby deer," read Big A's title of his portrait of Hucky on the picnic table faking a height advantage. 

Not to be outdone, Nu (a.k.a The Chicken Daddy) titled a group picture of their growing chickies--"dogs."

Tuesday, July 06, 2021

in conclusion

beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm

we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence

as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection

Monday, July 05, 2021

Sunday, July 04, 2021


An emoji for people like me...

Big A went in to work early (extended Fourth schedule) and the human kids went to the DSA Pride potluck (rescheduled due to rain last weekend), so I hung out with the puppy kids, ate leftovers, and read all evening.

Accidental celebration protest, I guess? The more American history one learns, the harder it is to celebrate.

Saturday, July 03, 2021

our times

I felt like I was in a real live Yelp review. 

I had just invited At to go to the farmers' market with me over breakfast. 

He turned to Nu and asked: "What's it like going to the farmers' market with mama these days?" 

Nu said (and I quote in full): "It's ok." 

At turned back to me and agreed to go.

Is that even one star? I mean...

Friday, July 02, 2021

turn, turn, turn

I carry my words across continents
with their accidents, impermanence

bees feverish in the heat of their sting
do things so sweetly distant from pain 

a bird cleans its beak on moss again
and I try not to scare them into flight

we're "ok;" alighting on what it takes 
to make the planet spin another day

[Pic: MSU Horticultural Garden; I love this bed, which seems so effortless.]

Thursday, July 01, 2021

Summer again


Finally, another summer day. I took advantage of our first no-rain day in over a week to putter around the garden and prep for a picnic with Nu and AC--a wonderful former student who babysat Nu years ago. I was so surprised to learn that AC is turning 30. They grow up so soon!

One of this year's WGS guest speakers (KH) mentioned how they were doing social work because as a WGS student they'd been inspired by AC's presentation as a guest speaker--I loved that so much and enjoyed passing it on to AC. 

This last year has been tough.

[Pic: Robin with cherries]

Wednesday, June 30, 2021


"Guess what I am,"
says the child
snuggling next to me
fists under their chin
trying to--"look cute."

And so I guess: A baby bunny rabbit?
A kitten? A puppy?
Nope. Nope. Nope.
I'm so wrong.

They are, "A Baby Praying Mantis."
I guess I've always 
known they'd keep  
making me smile.

Words: Nu; July 31, 2012. 
Pic: The trans-flag kandi Nu made today.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021


There's not much to do 
in the rain, today seems 
so small, so tight, blue...

these trees, drip, shake
drops of rain off--as if 
they're puppies. I ache... 

from rain. I know I want
sunshine in clusters, stars 
writing days in happy font...

instead here's a slight salute 
--to bent sky, clasped desires,
clouds heave, heavy in pursuit 

[Pic: Made it to Ted Black Woods with L this morning--before the downpour.)