Friend Poem No. 3

I have a friend Named Julia. She sometimes writes me letters-- Snail mail-- In cards she has designed herself, Her practiced hand switching from script to CAPS. She writes of saints, Flowers, Love, Friendship. She picks flowers, Sketches heaven, Buys dark chocolate. She cuts her hair short, Announces to her office that They will beContinue reading "Friend Poem No. 3"

Friend Poem No. 1

I have a friend Named Noah. A Viking man-- Broad and bearded. He is the Ferdinand the Bull of Vikings. His solid shoulders could Plunder villages, His brawny knuckles Break through doors, Carry piglets to the ship, Him unheeding his bleeding cuts. But, He doesn't. Sometimes he makes his sister Picnics. Her favorite foods InContinue reading "Friend Poem No. 1"

We can’t have the “before”

You can't go home again. And things will never be the way they were. Those memories will always remain The ones that painfully birthed you Into a new version of life And, standing there, you feel your fingers reach, Almost without calculated thought, Towards that life you had "before," Elusive, though, because you can't goContinue reading "We can’t have the “before”"

On the eve of the summer solstice

Is there anything better than coming home too-late on a summer's night because the friends were too fun and the conversations too rich and the night just-warm-enough? And is there anything better than your skin being kind of dirty from a mix of the sweat of the day and the mosquito repellent you spritzed onContinue reading "On the eve of the summer solstice"

Camino de Santiago — ye olde tips

So. You want to walk the Camino de Santiago. Enough people have approached me in my personal life about walking this ancient trail through Spain that I eventually made a form email response. "Hello, I'd like to walk the Camino, can you point me in a direction?" Why, yes, I can *forwards email.* But thenContinue reading "Camino de Santiago — ye olde tips"