For my husband

Maker of melody,bone-brim with songcraft,shepherd of orderly change—You have built your hallupon the rock that does not alter,and have built your altarupon its garden—growing hyssop,spikenard, tulips, wormwood too,Tomato-tending in between chasingwinks of an idea or a sprig of music found.  Honey-glue is there in the Cornerstonethat holds together all our house. The bees love to mimic … Continue reading →

Thoughts on Memory, a Year Ago.

Peter asked me if I like to draw. I said that I used to, why? He told me to make a map of the year, the one that I told him was unraveling from under me. This year was like a sheer bolt of silk: beautiful and delicate, if preserved. Oftentimes I have felt as … Continue reading →

Rooms of the House – an explanation, a revisit, a ramble

This is a plan for a story I’m writing. It’s autobiographical in a sense. If it were to be a movie, the cinematography would be in a bird’s-eye-view style, and then snap! — a close-up on the face of someone I love. I’ve been thinking about this story since the 8th grade. Through iterations and … Continue reading →

another excerpt

(I know I was supposed to be writing daily poems, but I was bowled over by books! Graham Greene, Flannery O’Connor, Pagnol, Amos Oz—to name a few. Here’s a couple of stanzas from a long poem I’m working on. This is from a section entitled “LOVE.”) But in his dreams he putters in another province … Continue reading →

envelope poems 2.5.2018 & 2.6.2018

2.5.2018 an arrangement of flowers, a bricolage of color painting a silk scarf. a black peacoat, tan brogues, turquoise baubles, foreign like leaves around my neck. I feel beautiful but also as if I have borrowed all this from a friend   2.6.2018 Ghosts come out of the mist-work, take on bodies and reenact a … Continue reading →

envelope poems 2.4.2018

The smell of bread, a violin bow quick on a solo, the expectation of a thing too great, or at least the desire for tomorrow-day, revealed and uncoiled before us, for there is so much to explain. But first, the bread which will be broken; the song which will redound to the knowledge as yet … Continue reading →

envelope poems 2.3.2018

No poem for today; there wasn’t time enough to sit and think of language or things the world might speak of. Continue reading →

envelope poems 2.2.2018

awaking late, I sit down to read the Word. My eyes languid walk over the pages, like sleepwalkers. I read of the resurrection body but latch onto the phrase “for star differs from star in glory” and wonder if Paul saw the cosmos in a clouded vision and God broke his pride by comparing his size to the span … Continue reading →

envelope poems 2.1.2018

going to/attempting to write a poem a day for the month of February, and hopefully make it a habit! this will be more of in exercise an imagery and wordplay than anything else. here we go! ——————————— geese talk outside the window as water boils in the kettle; talk of deviant dreams and numerology for … Continue reading →

Advent Music, Memory, and Thankfulness

(I may expand this in the future, but probably not). Arguably one of the most famous sections of his “Well-Tempered Clavier”, I’m listening to Bach’s “BWV 847: Fugue in C minor” today, this day of Thanksgiving. You could say it was made a hairline more well-known because of Rich Mullins’ use of it as an intro … Continue reading →