Monday, August 29, 2011

black top hat

oddly out of place in broad daylight
makes the day seem an occasion to celebrate

Sunday, August 28, 2011

lying in meditation

lying in meditation i experience a few moments of "in the moment" living and i realize just how "out of the moment" i have been

Saturday, August 27, 2011

reading to my children

my voice catches and tears escape
"mom stop!" they plead
and i remember
the terror of my mother's tears

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011

Sunday, August 21, 2011


fear rises up as i dream about what i want to do next;
turning daydreams into daymares

Saturday, August 20, 2011


time feels elusive and finite today
i scramble to "get it all done"
there is never enough
and yet, that's all there is

Friday, August 19, 2011


a toasted baguette
smothered in butter
with a smidge of strawberry jam
the sweetness lingers on my tongue

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

the pacific is not pristine

in westport, wa
but still beautiful
sand, surf and seaweed mingle
with planks and plastic
it's nature, without nuture

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011

Sunday, August 14, 2011

sometimes i see my husband

out of the corner of my eye
i notice how attractive he is
and i remember that i forget

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

last night

while falling asleep
i wrote three small stones
i tried to rise and write them down
but sleep overtook me
and they slipped out of my hands
into the river of dreams

Monday, August 8, 2011

a walk on the beach

a friend and i take a walk on the beach
i am ahead with my son
she is behind with her daughter
we are searching for shells

as we walk, i wonder and worry-
should we wait for them?
are they catching up?
are we missing out on time together?

i breathe and remember
we ARE together
on this beach
in this life

even back in college,
when i felt left out, left behind, left
it was not true
we were always together

my son and i turn around to go back
they are far ahead of us now
but as we walk i can feel our togetherness
now, then

we stumble upon a message
carved in the sand:
"Hello, You
Heart, Us"
message received

Sunday, August 7, 2011

force majeure

--an act of God--
ate up the land
trees, homes
all that's left is debris:
cement, rebar, a bit of glass

i ponder the phrase, "act of God" to see if it applies...
or is it an "act of man" to build where God would rather dwell?

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Friday, August 5, 2011

off the wagon

i fell off of the wagon last night
today i feel sad, mad, bad
despairing, despondent, nauseated
frustrated, broken, laid bare, sick
tomorrow is another day

Thursday, August 4, 2011


as i lay on the table
the masseur digs his fingers into my muscles
releasing tension stored up for years
the energy of past sadness, grief, fear and anger

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

baseball aviary

we are watching a baseball game
when all of a sudden doves are sweeping through the stadium
dozens of them
flying all around,
swooping, diving, taking over
unaware of what is going on below them
and unconcerned

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

when i finally lie down

at the end of the day
i realize i haven't been in my body all day.
i've been living on the edges of myself--
coming and going,
doing, not being.
i take a breath and come back,
to myself.

Monday, August 1, 2011

in the middle

in the middle of cleaning the carpet,
i sit down to write.
when i look up
it is dark.
the carpet is
still dirty,
but i feel clean.