NaPoWriMo 2022 // day 10 the empty roomsspeak the loudesttelling us all they have heardand seenand heldthe quiet cornersnever quiterevealingeverythingbut still spillinga story here or there; pages read past midnightbecause falling asleepmeans facinganother day too quickly; piles of clothestried on and tossed offat the polishedaltar of Idealism(so many converts,so few salvations); cobwebs and crumbschilling out … Read more
NaPoWriMo 2022 // day 9 I can’t rememberwhat this poem was supposed to be.I heard itwhile seated on the floor of the living roomlegs stretched out in a ‘v,’ clacking carsdown a ramp with my two-year-old son.click click click swooosh it’s a race to get the first car back to the topwhile the second is … Read more
NaPoWriMo 2022 // Day 4 I choose a messy house. Crumbs collecting along baseboardsoccasional cobwebs drapingthe cornersdishesand more dishesand still more,a never-ending stream of dirty or dryingdisheson the countertops. I choose a messy houseand a sticky floorand sitting outside on the porch stepsin the middle of a springtime dayto seize the sunlight. I choose a … Read more
Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles and for cultivating a playful approach to the writing work that can sometimes be taken oh-so-seriously. We will race the sunand we will win. Shine your worst, you presumptuousglow, … Read more
Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles and for cultivating a playful approach to the writing work that can sometimes be taken oh-so-seriously. tangledtogether our fingers swingin the breeze as we make the routine trekto the … Read more
Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles. Like most words chosen at the beginning of 2020, mine seemed ironic by the year’s midpoint.How do you “savor” a pandemic? Loneliness? Thousands of deaths?You don’t, of course.You savor … Read more