I miss bathing suit shopping in spring Watching you run toward the car at the pickup line, as though you would combust had you stayed at school another second, your bag flung over an arm while bouncing off your backI miss listening to your chatter, venting the day’s frustrationsI miss watching, after you fell, how youContinue reading “Maternal in Spring”
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He’s No Politic I’m No Saint; How We Often Step Into Meaning
Wrapped twice around a frail neck is the lace from my mother’s slipslipping further from where she ought to gogoing forward in the most domestic way Pale in a pretty green dresswaves sway back and forth around me mashing and folding bending and molding to the perfect dirtydirt dinner taste of pebblesdark and dirtdirty fingernails peeling like the applesweContinue reading “He’s No Politic I’m No Saint; How We Often Step Into Meaning”
If I Could
If I couldI would sit quietly outside a café and finish the last few chapters of my book. Distraction would come only when birds land on the ground in search of crumbs or when I feel the sun’s heat pressed firmly against my right side. If I couldI would look down at the phone aContinue reading “If I Could”
I Am Not Your Comfort Woman
As cold metal scrapes its way through bubbling saliva and wraps around my tongueI think to myself I will do this because I love him Thick fingers curl themselves and firmly swathe leather strapsThey tell me move to the left Continue reading “I Am Not Your Comfort Woman”
Drip on Me
These branches breathe a heavy sigh“Dripping,” as he put itThey drip the curlingCrack the coughing at each sorrowful Stone-cold inGoodnight skyUnknowing friend keep meCompany keep me Here is where home is builtA fire glowing Growing Going Flames dance to be unseen Just before you stack With sturdy dirty fingersStack the dryness of dead branch treeDryContinue reading “Drip on Me”
Bowed
I will bend the thickness of my neckIn effort to reach the bowIn hopes of being heard In want of being
Emotion Coaching: The Magic Pill of Parenting
On a windy winter Tuesday, I walked among dark shadows through a rundown neighborhood in Cleveland. Waddling my way to the corner of a one-way street, I arrived where an authentic Ristorante stands, decorated with heavy ancient calico drapes and thick wooden crowning. I pull the door open and am quickly greeted by an envelopingContinue reading “Emotion Coaching: The Magic Pill of Parenting”
Both/And
Where softening becomesaged And firms it’s way Where brightening becomes worn And tatters to shade Every now and again I land in between both/and
The Farmer and the Fruit
PART I: The Farmer Babushka referred to our farm as “Dom Wschodzącej Śliwki” which translates to “House of the Rising Plum.” I smile at this as I step out of our cottage and into a pastel-colored dawn. My fluttering eyelashes fan damp mist in a soft breeze. Dull shades hover past a fog, above vibrantContinue reading “The Farmer and the Fruit”
Maple Man
northernnorthno worth when compared to this blood orange peeling sky two calves wrapped twice of deer hideand oncecovering the kneessturdy as Corundum hands like aged leathera voice framed in confident humility his grandfather’s birch-barked bucket sighs over the left shoulder with two spiletucked tightly in the pocket of his jean “Tap Tap Tap,” says the young manand from theContinue reading “Maple Man”
The Word Mill 