poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Saturday, November 25, 2006



love books

at an early age

love words

beginning

now...

What do you say
say
say
said
when the little man
in the
big brass boat
rocks
the sailors
overboard
without a paddle
or ship to jump
onto
into
or anywhere
inbetween...

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Wise

Because
my grandmother
is many's hero
we come
visit
not only at
Thanksgiving
but during
afternoon coffeebreak
sitting by the
warm open floor
furnace
sun sprinkling,
listening to
wise conversation.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006




As a contributing writing to this book, I would recomment anyone read about these absolutely amazing women...

Friendly morning walks

We walked
through musty
two-story antique
shops laughing
about chinese balls
we bought and
carried them
in sunny alleys
between palms.
Then, making it to
the for-sale little grocer store
I bought 2%-
holding
underarm-hipslung.
I laughed all morning...

Sunday, November 19, 2006

...better...

This morning
cream curtain pushing
slight
back
forth
against the cool
much-needed-to-be-washed-window
swaying in the
gray 7:34 am light.
Trying to start
in a soft place,
tiny tears
do not need
to meet cheeks
that ate plenty of crusts
-just to be rosy.

Monday, November 13, 2006

thinking thoughts thinking thoughts

weekends are
funny, not always
haha
but
moving shaking
dancetothemusic
funny--
leaving
notes in the
mailbox
for strangers to
lollygag on
while the postman
drinks Millerlite from
the back of the
truck
"tailgate on Main":
is that why letters
come later
and later everyday...
women wondering
howtostaymarried
while men do the
soft shoe down the
trail.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

This morning...

Walking along
broken down
cornfield patches
along the riverboat fog
sang
whispering
through empty treetops
and I thought
how I want to remember
this moment-noticing
this old persons painting
in my brain and how
distance creates better
snapshots
than maybe the
soaked cattails
visiting the bikepath.
Naked images
of
mudholes and old pepsi
cans someone couldn't
carry 10 feet to throw away--
but that foggy treeline
river morning
looked quietly amazing.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Superwoman 1998

You read about the
stress
SUPERWOMAN
enDevours
eAch
Y
You don't quite
"get it"
till
ZAM
You have a one
year
old
And you're attempting
to define
refine
machine
Yourself to
Not your
Child who is waiting
for
eggs
cheese or
your husband
who wants
You to still
D
gO
W
oN him
but
for you
wondering
examining
thinking
Is this what life's about?
And then you think
of some quote like
Life is what happens
when
you're waiting--
knowing that is true
laughing at the
2 year old
discovering
themselves,
thinking, no- don't do that
but you don't want them
to grow up with issues,
so you teach about
touching
not touching
and wonder
wow-is this being a parent-
wow- who did the dishes this morning
And do I need to mow the grass
take a walk
find some mother friends
discover what my "larger purpose" is
Because didn't our parents
teach
us
we could do
ANYTHING
and ANYTHING could be
teaching
writing
accounting
not just sitting around
thinking about it-
WOW, and then
SUPERWOMAN
flies in and
says
"Wondergirl" do you
wonder girl where you'll be in
that interview
when they ask
Where do you see yourself in
F
I
V
E
Years and you say with a giggle-
With a five year old-
thinking what's so wrong with that?
That being your "innerself"
inner
winner
Remembering what it felt like to think
I can do it-
knowing you will-
Even if it's at
30
40
80
(whoknowswhen wefindtheanswers?)
Then another quote
pepsipops in--
we only know our truths on our deathbeds...
I'd hate to stop
wondering tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

19 1/2 weeks

five years ago
I was pregnant
for the last
number four
time--

at 19 1/2 weeks

little toes
fingers
I didn't get
to feel
squeeze
but imprinted
on plaster
paris
little ear prints too--

I am finally writing
about my miscarriage
or as the books call it
a "delayed miscarriage"
not missing
pushing
pulling
cleaning
the carriage
but simply
miscarriage.

The word can't mean
anything else in my brain--
it's not a word that has
a double, triple, quadruple
meaning
to
too
two--
but finality.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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