This month it’s drawing.

This month it’s drawing.

When my writing muse is away, I turn to my other pursuits. Especially in the midst of sorrow, I find comfort in distractions of the body and mind. When in doubt, try something new. This first month of 2019, I have been pulled toward drawing, a skill I’ve never...

Coriolis

Coriolis 1 The stars like drops of blood. A swarm of bees humming like machinery. The way the dream becomes the day. A constant nostalgia for the future. Still tied to the ground like a kite. The way dust is caught up in a whirlwind we are caught, spun, and then...

Two Poems

Domestique Drag feathers across the lawn. Nail them to the walls. Fill your sink with feathers and wash dishes in them. When the time comes tuck each feather into its tiny crib. Lie down with the feather you love. Night Night, in her gloves and gown, at the mirror an...
Ordinary Morning

Ordinary Morning

Ordinary Morning this morning it’s the common birds i love the most: plain brown wren, the simple sparrow, backyard birds, everyday beauty, that song i heard her sing hanging laundry in the sun, the sweet light that falls on a sink full of last night’s dishes. these...