Last night my mom’s father passed away. And I have to call him that because I can’t call him anything else. He left ten days before my mom was born so he was never a fleshed out person, just a grinning man in a black and white photograph. He wasn’t around when we were born–absolutely […]
I missed out on writing yesterday. I missed out on a lot of things. A migraine swooped in and took most of my Friday. I can’t let it get to me too much. That’s no good for anyone. Instead, I’ll press on with something for today.
Poa Pretensis
kentucky blue grass
asymmetric states and their piles of cinema, […]
Muscari
baby’s breath
The big one,
side of the road with
engine still idling
head to wheel
slightly vibrating
as I let it go–
the third, the second, the last.
No phone call
no traffic
not a cloud in the sky.
I stop waiting for the words
mid-June,
premature heat wave sticking
curls to forehead–
the fist in my gravity unfurls.
I forgive
one bent, archaic stem
at a time
the process gains years but
eventually
is […]
Yes and yes and yes–I know I’m three days behind on Napowrimo and quite honestly? I don’t care. I just returned home after a weekend in Ohio for my niece & sister’s birthday(they share a birthday…today, actually). I was way too busy to sit down and write, and on the day of the party(yesterday) I […]
Dear Maddie,
The trees were on fire along the drive to see you. Even in the middle of a season I am sometimes shocked to see proof–yes, here we are at the end of October. I’m glad the seasons surprising me never gets old, that I never grow accustomed and forget how magical the shift and […]
the patrons seated at our spanish restaurant, owned by the My Little Pony gang
Dear Maddie,
Last weekend, I was lucky to spend some quality time with you. Since I live about 5 hours away, I take what I can get, but it’s never enough. You are four years old and such a brilliant little person. Whenever […]
Whenever I return after a long weekend spent with family, significance to self, items/objects, woes and/or victories changes. Perhaps this comes with leaving most of my heart back there with the bloodline and little ones. I can count on being disoriented for at least a day or two. Already miss ‘em. More after I readjust.
a few choice moments of the season:
Kid Cudi, Best Coast and Rosta - All Summer .mp3
Found at bee mp3 search engine
let’s remember these things:
Holding your 3 month old nephew as he falls asleep. The smell of his baby head and the curl of his tiny feet against your inner elbow as you rock him and hum.
Bonfires and exploring the darkness of woods with your 3 year old niece and her 4 year old best friend. […]