I suppose New has something to say for itself In the way a country song plays Over the driving I do on back roads It’s a song I’m not singing because you see I don’t know the words yet. But perhaps the stillness is enough Or even yet the rocking When the night makes clear Continue reading

I. You know you’re beautiful? Do you know what that means That it isn’t a synonym for photoshopped? Do you know that it’s the the way you smile with your eyes Your laugh and that different way of saying That make you someone I love to see. Do you know Sometimes I forget I’m beautiful- Continue reading

You asked for poetry Except that my mind is tired With sorting through the ways to describe A heavy heart. So instead I’ll say I’m glad The pear and magnolia blossoms Will carry their own peace As surely as the first grass cuttings Will bring good smells Along with my squeaky sneezes. I’ll say that Continue reading

Your Couch Fits in his F-150 People with trucks They stay (they can’t get far not with that gas mileage) You know You know Your buddy with the truck Will always be there. He didn’t move Even when you did. We Talked About Greatness Before The corn takes work too A different kind of greatness Continue reading

It’s Monday night, and I’m riding in the passenger seat of his new metallic metal-gray (whatever that means) sedan. Virginia’s late-March promise of spring still nudges us to turn on the seat warmers and to keep the windows rolled up, but the slight chill is not enough to discourage him from opening the sunroof. I Continue reading

Being alone means I can start driving before I know where I’m going Because no one will know how many circles I made Before I decided on a destination. Being alone means I can make a sudden u-turn Because I’ve remembered that I don’t eat Middle Eastern food As often as I’d like. Being alone Continue reading

On my mind today: “How we spend our days, is, of course, how we spend our lives…The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” – Annie Dillard Praying for presence and for beauty Continue reading

She comes into my room and starts drawing a heart, supposedly mine. We talk about her day as she stands there, making lines with blue marker on my newly-cleaned whiteboard. She erases and re-proportions, altering the size and shape so that it meets her requirements. —– He told me he’s leaving. I expected it, knew Continue reading

1 Independence is overrated I suppose I have the power to do it on my own But why struggle When I can have help. 2 The container is important Tall and enclosed Imported from Seattle by the brother I miss Small and smooth From the friend who noticed my longing glances Printed with a bird Continue reading

The truth is, I shouldn’t be drinking I don’t deserve this cup in front of me The truth is, this wine Has greater weight than I give it. The truth is, drinking builds relationships But I neglect this one so frequently. The truth is, this crimson liquid Washes out many stains The truth is, somehow Continue reading