Monday, April 19, 2021

priority

when I was little
my ice cream flavor of choice
was strawberry, pink

Sunday, April 11, 2021

lumber jack

we associate
the smell of death with newness
cut trees in the yard

Wednesday, April 07, 2021

a break on cleaning day

a blend of spearmint and green tea
a swirl of honey from a local apiary
holding the mug under your nose
blocking out the smell of bleach

Saturday, April 03, 2021

the sky is a strange color, the geese think so too

the night sky is blue
bright blue like a film made dark
geese honk from the bog

in the cards

let me be the one
white turkey feathered one
let me peck the soil

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

truth

Okay, I'm tired.
I just learned about that boat,
the big one, you know.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

run off

take my cut, my take
my portion, a donation
let the water run

Thursday, March 18, 2021

reckoning

moments made open
tucked between the light and dark
questions the sunrise

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

crackle

let the world crackle
contracting and expanding
like flowers in bloom

Saturday, March 13, 2021

let's wonder

I wonder, are you
thinking of me as much as
I am wishing so

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

greenery

we are all tired
we are all trying our best
we are blades of grass

Sunday, March 07, 2021

moss

in a dream with you
the spinning will not stop us
from discovery

Tuesday, March 02, 2021

heart

escape with my heart
pathetic in your big hands
red with blood and clay

date

movie night with you
and a big bowl of popcorn
your arm around me

Sunday, February 28, 2021

hold

hold me upside down
count the reps and feel the burn
let me go. repeat.

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

wait

take pause and look up
growth will take repetition
a covered pathway

force

hot skin, pink cheeks burn
sweat smell mixed with 3am
and sleep disturbed

Monday, February 22, 2021

darker

wrapped up in light
incapable of feeling
for the door handle

Saturday, February 20, 2021

attention

so we all want to
want a little attention
but not ask for it

Friday, February 19, 2021

shovel

don't open me up
crack the shell to see inside
it's all just dried leaves

Thursday, February 18, 2021

extrovert

an endless scroller
desperate for some feel good
through the dirt and grass

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

drunk people should not try to make tea

at a party once
someone melted a kettle -
an electric one

bright

on both feet today
two hips to the beat and back
the sun is shining

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

meditation

force yourself to stop
deep breathing in, out, in, out
and wait for the sun

Sunday, February 14, 2021

crush

if he wrote poems
about your curves and edges
would that be creepy?

lunch

ate a burrito
i made out of leftovers 
for breakfast at noon

kiss

collaboration
between lines between hot lips
overlooking snow

temp

multiple layers
to combat temperatures
fluxuation

Saturday, February 13, 2021

ku

morning with myself
a hot cup of tea with milk
And upset stomach

Friday, February 12, 2021

hai

I say yes to the
torrent of emotion tied to
a diagnosis

Thursday, February 04, 2021

something I do

Someone told me to write
My too-big-feeling feelings down

On small bits of paper
And burn them or throw them away

As a way to see the big feeling, name it
Then let it go, let it evaporate.

Someone told me this is what she does.

I didn't want to burn my feelings
So what if I wrote them down

Or origami paper
And turned them into cranes?

I walked to the store from my office
To get popcorn kernels for my husband.

There's a particular kind he says 
Pop bigger and they weren't there

When he went last. 

On my way back to my office
I remembered the art store.

Walked in and bought
Two packs of origami paper

One with designs visible
And one just white.

The white ones are for painting
With water colors before folding

And I thought I wouldn't end up
Using the white ones at all.

So I fold a couple birds a week
All colorful and filled with worries.

This is something I do now.

Tonight someone passed away
And I found an important use

For the blank white paper.
A white crane sits on the dining room table.



Friday, January 29, 2021

chocolate chips

A day filed under success
Ends with a cup of decaf tea

And a handful of milk chocolate chips
From a secret bag 

Stashed in a drawer
Filled with cupcake papers

And expired rainbow sprinkles

Friday, January 22, 2021

inside

written in sharp pencil
inside the wings of a paper crane

fears exposed in graphite
for no one to see.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

he says

this is our morning - the alarm goes off
on his side of the bed. he sleeps facing west.

he rises his torso and says "stop" to the robot
that lives inside the display. she stops.

i stir. he turns and speaks, but i can't understand
because my ears are still asleep. my eyes stuck closed.

"wha?" i lift myself and he says "i love you."
and i say "oh" and then "i love you too" and after 16 years

it just occurs to me this morning
that the first thing he says to me each day

is "i love you" and i wonder how long he's been doing that
and i feel both careless and adored as i bang my head on the wall

while trying to get my slippers on so I can feed that cats.


Friday, January 01, 2021

Magic

I am catogorically
a kitchen witch. 

My wand is a wooden spoon
Interchangeable with a rubber spatula.

My spell books are filled
With easy to find ingredients

And detailed instructions
That are easy to misunderstand

Without experience 
And familiarity with tools of the craft.

The results, the creations,
Have turned cold hearts

Into pursed lips, sighs of satisfaction,
Strangers in submission to my powers

Of confections. Wielded with precision 
and always for a price. 

Always a fair price.