scavenger hunt—
inside every clue
love refuses to hide
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One Not So Secret
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, poetry, secret on July 13, 2019| Leave a Comment »
One Communion
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, darkness, poem, poetry on July 13, 2019| Leave a Comment »
After Talking to My Teacher, I See the Invitation
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged car, failure, invitation, Joi Sharp, letting go, poem, poetry, teacher on July 12, 2019| 1 Comment »
What wants to happen?
—Joi Sharp
Today it is the tow truck
that leads me back to myself.
For though I call the driver
and though I receive
a text that says he is coming
and though I have paid
my AAA bill on time, the tow
truck does not arrive.
Though I did everything right.
Though the same actions have worked before.
Still the world has not turned out
the way I expected, the way
I want it to. The car
is still stranded. The tow truck
is still not here. Oh failure,
how clearly it shows my attachment
to outcome. How clearly it
shows me the world is in charge.
I look for more doors to knock on,
try to plan more ways to control.
Meanwhile, I am the door.
Meanwhile, this chance
to let go.
Not Really About Harvesting Radishes
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged garden, poem, poetry, radish, time, waiting on July 11, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Pulling the long red radish bulbs
from the garden, I marvel
at their pinkness, rub off the dirt,
bite into the crisp white flesh.
There are few tastes that bite
just right this way—make the mouth
happy to be a mouth and it teaches me,
without trying, that sometimes
when we wait too long,
a thing turns bitter. But oh, get
the timing right, my god, it’s sweet.
One Slowing
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daisies, poem, poetry, time on July 9, 2019| Leave a Comment »
One Rusty
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, perfectionism, piano, poem, poetry on July 8, 2019| Leave a Comment »
stumbling through
the Moonlight Sonata
while outside the window
a twilight birdsong—
not one note out of place
Trusting that Voice: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bread, invention, poem, poetry, voice on July 7, 2019| 2 Comments »
It was this day, eight-nine years ago,
that Otto Frederick Rohwedder,
a jeweler from Davenport, Iowa,
got to see his invention in action—
yes, in Chillicothe, Missouri, a baker
used the bread slicer. Everyone said
it wouldn’t sell. Everyone said
the bread would go stale. Everyone
said the idea would fail. It’s compelling,
sometimes, what everyone says.
But sometimes, perhaps like Otto,
I hear the voice beneath the others.
It tells me to believe in improbable things.
Like poems changing the world.
Like Keatsian love. Like the immeasurable
pleasure that comes when the lever
goes down and all through the kitchen
floats the warm and earthy scent of toast,
the morning improving two slices at a time.
One Resistance
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, sleep on July 7, 2019| 2 Comments »
In the Hummingbird Nest Outside My Window
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, hope, hummingbird, nature, nest, poem, poetry on July 6, 2019| Leave a Comment »
From eggs
the size
of small
jelly beans
come these
two beaks
that peak
beyond the
edge—today
they save
me, these
two tiny
wingless things.
Even this
bruised heart
remembers how
to marvel.
My Words in Another’s Mouth
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Erika Gordon, interview, Lyric Essentials, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer on July 5, 2019| 6 Comments »
What a great gift this morning to hear my good friend and sister poet Erika Gordon reading two of my recent poems–one about mothering and another about coming to terms with my body–in this heart-opening interview in “Lyric Essentials.” She also writes about my daily practice and how it’s influenced her own writing. It feels so darn good to feel so seen, so heard. Wow. You can read and listen to Erika here
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