I keep my paintbrushes in a plastic box In a drawer In the corner Of the basement. There are maybe 40 brushes in the box Remnants from classes Workshops from my childhood Mixed together now. I don’t paint very regularly Maybe a gift here and there Mostly I take the box When a group projectContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 5 | Paintbrush”
Monthly Archives: February 2017
TODAY’S CRAZY SAINT STORY
While I’m trying to write one poem every day for thirty days–YOU GUYS–break in the action here to talk about: St. Alice. I’m still researching saints for work-y things. LISTEN. St. Alice was born in Brussels, Belgium, same place as those amazing waffles and amazing chocolates. When she was SEVEN years old she apparently askedContinueContinue reading “TODAY’S CRAZY SAINT STORY”
Small Winter Poem 4 | Favorites
How good are woolen socks, though? Woolen socks Ice designs swirled onto frozen glass New workouts I test in order to stay focused, clear, strong Tea held both-hands in mugs Evenings in the warm, lit kitchen with friends all around Reminiscing about the memories made in the warmer months, all the while planning for newContinueContinue reading “Small Winter Poem 4 | Favorites”
Small winter poem 3 | Once upon a waltz
Maybe it’s just me But does anyone else Relate specific songs to specific people? Maybe it’s just because I dance But when certain songs play …on the web …at wedding receptions …over PA systems I think about the pilgrims Whose paths Have crossed mine Face/ places/ spaces of blurred memories overlapping. Today I was inContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 3 | Once upon a waltz”
Small winter poem 2 | Escape
Someone tell me the nearest place where the sun shines so I can drive there, pull a folded camping chair from my trunk and sit . . . with my face . . . to the sun . . . until my skin burns and peels and my veins know vitamin D in them onceContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 2 | Escape”
Seashell Nell 