Sunday, November 30, 2008

any thing, really.

we forget what it means: lingering under the lamplight, anxious to get home,
holding hands as cold and limp as a freshly caught bullfrog.
saying words like, "oh, remember when?" & "why can`t it be like that?"
well, i am sorry if I had encouraged you to feel any less beautiful, or handsome, or creative, or worthy.
some things ought to be said about that.

Friday, November 21, 2008


i think i have forgotten what it feels like to be little.

Friday, November 14, 2008


"We're not half as bad as God is good."

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Fridays are the worst

for reminding me that I am not as close as I ought to be.
when the chilly air creates water unbearable,
&all the dogs are begging for daily walkings.
I miss, i Miss, I Miss...
hiding in the pantry, eating tortilla chips,
chasing ducks in the yard,
&being 1 of 5.
i know it`s a stretch to feel joy [the same way every time?]
I know, i Know, I Know...
but, you see, I haven`t been home in so many years!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

so this is the true story:
one Thanksgiving all seven of us
ate dinner at a Waffle House
&spent the rest of our vacation in a cabin in the Alabaman woods.

the end.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

indeed, there will be time

for many visions &revisions.
366, at least.