Do not be what you think you should be.

Be who you really are.

when i look back

Posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2014

when i look back

an email response
a bill to pay
a friend awaiting a call
the blinking of messages and alerts all mixed into a swarm of more obligations
a pile of laundry to transfer into rooms
another bundle to dry
dishes to unload then load again
a counter to wipe, spilled drinks, crumbles of meals

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fan the spark

Posted on Wednesday, July 2, 2014

fan the spark

Your children plan their own education,

like it or not.

You must learn to cooperate within that plan.

If they are drawing,

they become artists.

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vows to my son

Posted on Tuesday, June 24, 2014

vows to my son

I wore a white dress lined with lace. My hair was pinned with curls. Spring daffodils and alstroemeria, stock and freesia spilled from my fingers. A guitar was finger-picked as I walked down the steps of a redwood grove in the crook of my grandfather’s arm. The man I promised to love, his eyes were pools of devotion, hope and joy. It was one of the most memorable days of my life. And we cried. We made promises. We exchanged bands secured tightly to the ring fingers of our left hands. We sealed our love with a kiss. Open hearts witnessing our promises cheered. Then we danced.

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blossoms: a poem about motherhood

Posted on Thursday, June 12, 2014

blossoms: a poem about motherhood

today i harvest cilantro from my garden

kale and basil too

these flowering vegetables, herbs, just weeks ago

buried beneath the earth

 

i think of the soil

the nurturing required to care for such miracles

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tear me open: a poem about birth

Posted on Friday, May 30, 2014

tear me open: a poem about birth

They felt a final push. Ours ended

with the sharp cut of a blade.

Their baby felt the constriction

of their mother’s deepening canal.

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some keep the sabbath going to church

Posted on Wednesday, April 16, 2014

some keep the sabbath going to church

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister
And an Orchard, for a Dome –

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