Thursday’s child is full of grace

I have a lot of anger that doesn’t know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I’ve bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don’t think it’s unusual for someone to […]

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For Mary

When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere […]

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Forgiveness…

…is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. …is saying that it will be ok when you aren’t sure if it will. …is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. …is making sure that saying “I love you” is the last thing they hear before they leave. […]

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simple

“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”

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Homeward Bound

I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as […]

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Sisters

When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple. […]

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Joyce

Yesterday we honored the dead, and for me-a very special lady who I wish was still here. All this year, I would imagine her sitting in the kitchen listening to the goings-on of my life and imagine her reaction to some of the madness, the joy, the learning, the deep sorrow that has blanketed 2018. […]

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These days

Well, I’m not sure these days which way the wind is blowing me. Which way the crow flies. How far it is to safety. I’m not sure these days how to find a way around it all. How to concern myself with the big picture. How to iron out the details. I’m just one foot […]

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