for Stumpy, and maybe for you To survive. To not only survive,but to bring joy. To bloom despiteour own hollowing. To bloom despite the erosionof the world in which we grew.I speak of a cherry tree, but I also, perhaps, speak of you—how you have made of your lifenot just a stump, but a story. How in hostile […]
The whole time I walk in Spring snow and windI am prompted by a lovely man’s voiceto repeat many phrases I’ll need in Spanish.I learn, for instance, to ask how many blocksI must walk to get to the bank, only to learnit is closed on holidays but will openthe day after tomorrow. I learnhow to […]
We drop six small,bright-colored tabsinto six glass cups.Add vinegar. Water.And my girl and Imake plaid eggsand striped eggsand eggs paintedwith feathery strokes.We sing along to countrysongs, and joy colors melike dawn colors sky,a beauty so fleeting,but while it lasts,it lights the whole world.
Inside this silencewith its hum of lifeand shush of windis another silence,a pure silenceI have never heardbut trust is here—the foundationof all sound—just as I trust thatinside my imperfectlove with its prideand its pain is anotherlove—a pure andgenerous love.Sometimes whenthe voices of hatein and around meare loudest, I feelmy understandingof what trust is adjust—the way […]
Risking Love! Hi friends, I am going to have two live performances with my amazing guitar player Steve Law–A solo performance May 5 in Denver at Rag & Bale and May 18 in Paonia at the Paradise Theater as part of the Moonshine Traveling Medicine Show with Goodnight Moonshine. Flirty. Smart. Electric. Raw. Both performances […]
I know the rabbits were herebecause the snow is meltedwhere their bodies have been,small patches of green grassin a vast field of white.When winter is gone, their trackswill again be invisible,leaving no way to know whenthe rabbits have visited our home.I marvel at how even an absencecan become precious when weare aware of what is […]
No day but this daywith its sloppy snowand the rabbits livingbeneath the porch andthe single easter lilythat opened this afternoon,its too-sweet perfume spillingall over my thoughtsas I made my daughtera warm homemade syrupof lemon and cherryand honey for her coughbefore I snuggled intoher rumpled bed and putmy cheek to her fevered head,no holier place in […]
At night I walk. Becauseit is easier then to notbe my story. Easier to betwo feet and less brain. Easier to be the onewho is gathered intothe field of darknessby night’s great hands and planted there.Because sometimesrain and sometimes windand sometimes stars and always the worldso much larger than I,so much vasterthan a small room with a narrow doorwayand […]