About Laundry

(1) Laundered Spin away stains Wash away witnesses Mud and spilled coffee– Leftovers from heavy duty, Normal, or delicate days. Forget what you saw, What I tried to hide. Toss into heated tempest. Fold. Prepare to get dirty again. Repeat the cycle. Repeat. A...

The Matter of a Millimeter

  I sat beside him with a ruler and showed him how small a millimeter is, and how many of them it takes to make a centimeter. I thought about what it means for me, and for him, to know this, and why? I called out spelling words for a test, reviewed vocabulary...

The Practice of Love

“God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost; Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks. How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat...

The Quiet

Sometimes a person just needs to be bathed in it… drenched and soaked. I close my eyes and hear it all around me… the incessant murmur of the sounds that make up my days. And while those can get truly get loud, it’s the ones in my head that are truly...

Internet Tea

Internet Tea   I can’t tweet on the phone anymore, I’ve got a date with my mouse; must let my fingers do the typing (not walking, that was the Middle Ages), while I sip tea and eat blackberry and apple pie I can’t face this book, I’ve got to digg in deep, since...

Red Barnhouse

Red Barnhouse   Worn, weathered, smothered, soft As if hands had been smoothing  Down its surface for ages We ran our fingers on the planks  No splinters, no splinters The porch invited us to sit And live and rock a while We obliged the empty chairs You and me, we...

Streams of Amber

Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889 *** Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush against straw streams of purple, amber and golden tears flow trickling down to hungry souls and dripping into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and...