When spooks and ghosts and robots are seen…

Bean’s Robot costume, in progress: Two words: foil tape. Love it.

Today, this:

What is it to feel unrealized, other than strangely exquisite? It is the soul’s plea to matter. It is the exhausting submersion of caring for others, sometimes at the expense of our own creative spark. It is age and mortality settling upon us like a kneading cat, prodding us to Hurry up and do something. [...]

At the coffee shop: almost a poem

She walks out the door ahead of him; long white hair blowing into her face as a truck barrels past. I watch as she turns back toward the door, and at first her face is carelessly content; then she sees him and her features soften almost imperceptibly. She looks up to where he’s paused there [...]

Timing is everything

Hi Monday. Apparently I hit publish last night before bed, and this odd collection of urls and lines of text went live yesterday night sometime. Oy. ( I’m glad you liked my ‘experiment,’ Denise.) I did want to share all sorts of things I’ve been crushing on lately though, including these poems, and enough gorgeous [...]

Morning Poem # 6

Patience is granular like sugar, and every child hungers for it the same way that tongues crave sweet, darting out from parted lips, darting like small boys into traffic or towards sharp sticks, always used with the poorest of judgment (which is also how wars begin) and if it had color, it would be milky [...]

Endpoint + Ladybugs

The ladybugs have arrived. They come every October, en masse through the slanting autumn light, their small vermilion exoskeletons plunking into the window panes, flitting through briefly opened doors, gathering at the corners of the ceilings in every room. They come like clockwork, when the days are short and the light is like amber in [...]

8 months old

Dear Sprout, I owe you a love letter big time, but somehow every time I sit down to write about you I end up staring at the page and grinning and I never get more than a couple of sentences written. Somehow I can’t seem to put into words how utterly smitten I am with [...]

Learning to fly

We make paper airplanes. A fleet of them tossed into space after dinner, twirling, looping, landing on the hardwood, on the couch cushions, on the edges of ledges and windowsills. Our hearts on our sleeves, laughter filling the living room, as the cold autumn night crowds in around at the windows and Sprout chases after [...]