small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

a sow's ear

softly singing
I arrange my spices
A to Z
the idea of order
on a kitchen shelf

outside my dark window
the desire
to join them
running on all fours

sun and wind
enter my slow bones
the marrow of loneliness
with emerald moss

a girl-child
waits in the woods
within me
for jack-in-the-pulpit
to speak his first word

the story
of my life as a changeling—
this poem
a silk purse stitched
from a sow’s left ear

kernels  1:1, April 2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

[paw-paw pollen . . .]

paw-paw pollen—
I dust it bloom to bloom
with a tiny brush
my child once used
to paint the sun

Atlas Poetica 12, summer 2012

Thursday, April 18, 2013

[eyespots . . .]

on a butterfly’s
torn wing
my trust
in the universe

A Hundred Gourds 2:2, March 2013

Sunday, April 14, 2013

[apple blossom poem]

you ask
for an apple blossom
poem . . .
they open their small fists
without a word

Atlas Poetica 12, summer 2012

Saturday, April 6, 2013

[castles in the sky . . ]

castles in the sky
on a windy afternoon
I write out
the names of clouds
for my autistic son

Gusts 17, spring/summer 2013

Monday, April 1, 2013

[such a good girl . . .]

such a good girl
at the garden gate—
the end
of the rainbow
draws higher into the sky

Ribbons 8:2, Fall 2012