And I only cried once. There's a pencil on my desk with lines from A Love Song for J. Alfred Prufrock on it. In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. This is the first thing I saw when I sat down to work today. It made me … Continue reading I made it through the week
Saw a missing girl post on Facebook With ties to Ann Arbor Where are your ties? What binds you to this earth Keeping you from floating Away and beyond and farther than we can see Is it love Is it pain Or even joy?But maybe just the school you went to In a community you were never a part of I … Continue reading Ties
How do you carry your pain All of the slights, jabs, cuts, bruises, broken tissue and bones? Is it the weight on your shoulders that pulls you forward Or the drop of your head? A hesitance to make eye contact. A resistance to any kindness, a suspicion of all? Or do you wear it proudly … Continue reading The pain of others
There is a cabin Hillside winding river to open blue sky lake Creaking pine amber waters damp moss wood smoke Worn down by love and family and generations Children now adults and their children, soon adults Tilting into the mountainside undeterred by working summers New screens, jack the foundation Tin roof rain songs at night … Continue reading Before the cabin
I'm still here, crawling out of winter. It is Easter weekend. Passover begins tonight. Tomorrow there is a full moon. A time of renewal, of coming through. It makes me think of some lines of poetry by Carolyn Kizer. It is the imagery that has been stuck in my mind for years, that I come … Continue reading Are you still there?
And my apartment is roasting and I'm still in bed with two fans aimed towards me and a very hot kitty named Opal is snoring at the foot of the bed. All that to say, in long form, that I'm lazy today. On Saturday I worked at the library and did some original cataloging in … Continue reading It’s the 4th of July
For my birthday this year my sister gave me two beautifully illustrated children's books. One was delayed in the mail and I only had a chance to read it this past weekend. This Is Just to Say: Poems of Apology and Forgiveness by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Pamela Zagarenski, is an amazing book. The poems are … Continue reading This Is Just to Say
On Movie Sets... I have a lovely little apartment. Only after a long absence or party does it become insanely, out of control, messy. I dislike clutter and mess and, as you may have guessed by my chosen profession, I like to keep things organized. But two weekends ago I invited disorder and utter chaos into my … Continue reading Movie Sets and Postal Poetry