birth II

nose pressed to the glass they watch and wait to see what is growing beneath my mushroom soup skin seconds minutes hours measure the space between a speaker I cannot see comes alive with sound ‘breathe’ ‘do not move’ ‘you are doing great’ she tells me copper pennies sit on my tongue pleased to settle among the rocks and mud I wait to be…

Any Ordinary Day {2009}

  I started putting together a project seven years ago called 365 Ordinary Days.. it was the lead up to a book project that I did for my kids in 2012 called Any Ordinary Day. The main goal of both projects was to find a way to illustrate the beauty that I see around me every day. It doesn’t matter what the day is,…

one

One Revolution On the turn table, Once around. Needle to the groove To free the music trapped In black vinyl What if instead I slipped under the arm Let the needle play In the folds and curved mountains What would you hear? Would you hear what I do? A thousand tiny disasters Shut my mouth tight For days, months, years Today let it play…

birds and invented cages

  I have no time for the sideshow. the flare and fire nor the distraction the night scares me. alone, I sit a bird in an invented cage sandwiched between walls of concrete and steel because it is not safe to wander where the crickets sing or follow the park paths through the bushes or stand where the flourescent light floods concrete parking lots…

Thank you

In the turning, the calling Waiting for a storm That never comes Disappeared somewhere over the Great Lakes Stories in the wind Heard along highways, In parks and city streets In between this wave and the next Breaking the shore The soul breathes Humble goodbyes Pen to paper In a sea of thoughts And dreams I remember A note in the darkness Rips like…

deep night

I the fan makes tired conversations endless turns beat an uninvited rhythm on the window sill I listen to the deep night perched on the table edge staring at me while I fail to sleep I did not ask for this no matter how much you try to convince me slowly pulling time through shadows and darker places I did not close my ears…

waiting

A robin hops through mud and dead grass while I wait Blue sky hiccupping white clouds Sunlight interrupted Spring wrestles with last snow In the shadows of the lodge Somewhere along the minutes and hours today I lost Lost the light and laughter Pulled down by tiny barbs Hooked through skin The robin looks at me Before hammering his beak into the bare unfrozen…

I looked for you

  I looked for you along the shore You were broken before falling into the arms of the lake cradled for years as the waves smoothed the rough edges and then left you here among the others to be found

rooted

  underneath the tree roots turn and seek the shore I sit among them feet tucked against the wood watching the creek flow somewhere beneath the bed the roots take what they need for the life of the tree water and earth to grow fish swim turtles bask in the sun my heart hurts in the cage of my chest not even the birdsong…

meeting myself over coffee

coffee grown cold on the table pages turned pen picked up put down again standing on a cliff I stare where the sky meets the lake too far away to dive in what would I say to the reflection of the moon? would I join the conversation between the waves? or simply float in the space inbetween? if I were closer maybe