Beautiful Dust

Sometimes I send an email and I get my own words sent back in a new shape: Re:Thinking Out Loud Today has been almost enough to write a poem about. By which I mean that today has been filled with many quiet moments, Where the only sounds come from the ocean And all that is Continue reading

Written with a little help from e.e. cummings: i thank You God for most this amazing day: temperatures suiting themselves exactly and sitting out of doors, to eat; over questions taking long in answering which questioning owes vulnerability (if we let it) i thank You God for most this amazing day: touching of renewal with Continue reading

The morning takes time. Time to wake up, to make the coffee, to wrap my head around what needs to be done. On the way to school I pray for peace and most of all I pray for patience because that’s the only way to get through a day with middle school children. I arrive Continue reading

They didn’t have any spaghetti pasta at Trader Joe’s today. At least, none of the normal, white-flour spaghetti that I’m accustomed to buying. If it were any other sauce, I might have grabbed the packet of whole-wheat, but I couldn’t. I’ve never eaten my grandpa’s sauce with whole wheat pasta. It just isn’t done. I Continue reading

Yesterday I was a year younger. I pay attention Because twenty-five was different In the same way that seventeen Had its own alterations. Today it’s twenty-six Tomorrow it will be thirty-damn-two. Which will also be different, he said. But today I’m twenty-freaking-six And I have the cake to prove it. Continue reading

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